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[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

I love the fact that you’re writing about different characters that Mads has portrayed <3 Duncan Vizla is a personal favourite so I was wondering if you could write something about protective! Duncan Vizla? Maybe they capture her and he’s ready to wreak havoc upon them? Hurt / comfort with a bit of make up smut? Only if you can though, no pressure or worries <3 your writing is amazing!

My Saviour

SUMMARY: Duncan goes out with his love Y/N, and she encounters a moment in her life she thought would never happen, but Duncan comes to the rescue and ensures that she feels safe and loved again.

PAIRING: Duncan Vizla x fem! reader

WARNING: 18+, mentions of non-con (brief mention no further details), SMUT, female receiving

NOTES: since there is a scene with a brief assault mentioned, please skip this piece if you don't feel comfortable reading it. Your mental health is more important to me than anything <3

Duncan is protective. Simple as that. He was trained to kill others for a cash prize and honor, among other assains, throughout his whole life. But now, with his life settled in a cabin in the woods and his partner Y/N it puts a brake on his former life and builds anew. His protectives and killer instincts go in overdrive when he is out with you, whether in a coffee shop, shop, cinema, or anywhere you want to go.

His hand is on her 24/7. When going out, he brings the most miniature gun in his coat, just in case. His eyes are razor-sharp, watching the environment around him and then gradually relaxing with his adoration. Sitting down at the coffee shop, the night cascades as the two lovers talk to each other, noticing only their coffee cups gradually empty.

'We should get going. It's already 8 pm.' Duncan proposes, peeking down at his watch. 'Sure, I'll just go to the bathroom.' Y/N answers, standing up and strolling toward the washroom.

Duncan oversees her enter the facility, patiently lingering. Y/N enters the bathroom gazing at the slight corner of the facility, her gaze hooking onto the frail leg. Kneeling down, Y/N asks carefully, 'Are you okay?' The woman gargles out a response as footsteps transpire from the same place.

'What the?' before she could finalize, the door barged open as a robust man grabbed Y/N by the throat, slamming her against the tile wall. Y/N seizes her hands on the assaulters' steel grip. She twisted his skin as Duncan instructed her before

'Remember you twist, under, and-' 'And what?! Shit, what did he say next?!'

Her mind raced with no end and no solutions. The man's uninvited hands started to travel up her leg, inching slower to her middle. Squeezing her tights together, she shouted as much as possible, 'Dun-!'

The door opens with a deafening smash. Duncan saw the sight he did not want to see her in. Ever. His love attacked, and he did not see it coming. Her teary eyes pleaded and reached out to him, wanting to be saved.

'Y/N. Close your eyes.'

Obediently shutting her eyes, Y/N saw darkness and heard revenge being delivered. The twist, crack, and stab was heard as the assaulter weak pleads died down with him.

'Open, dove.'

Peeking up, she saw her protector, his hands stretched towards her, offering her help to stand up.

'The girl.' Y/N feebly voiced, looking behind him and noticing the woman slowly stand up and walk out.

'Do you want me to call an ambulance?' she added. The girl turned her head towards them calmly. 'No, no, thank you. F-Fo-for saving me.'

Duncan brings his alert to his dove, and Y/N witnesses his eyes. The warm grey tones disappear, and solely endless deep black has taken over his eyes. From that moment, she knew that he was back in his old ways. And for the first time, Y/N felt her soul shaking.

'Let's go home.' he ordered while they slowly strolled out. Duncan letting the personnel know what happened.

later on

In the cabin, Y/N sat on the couch, observing Duncan tending to her wounds, soothing hands touching her skin, taking each twitch and painful whimper into account.

'Do you want to talk about it?' the question cut the silence of the atmosphere bringing Y/N back into her state she almost forgot. His gaze turns to her, and she feels her soul shake yet again, feeling safe with her protector. Her eyes prickle with tears, and her lips quiver with missing and broken words lost on the tongue, hands reaching for his grasping softly, shaking with the possible future that might have happened if she didn't go the bathroom, remembered all of the things Duncan showed her or if she didn't have…him.

'I went into the bathroom---saw the girl asked if she was okay---and the man jumped out of the stall and grabbed me by the neck and touched my legs…Nearing closer to my…' Y/n hushed words feeling Duncan's grip tighten around the opposite shaky hands.

Duncan watched her clutch at each tear and escaping word she spoke. At the same time, his heart and brain pushed him internally, not checking up on her earlier, not killing the piece of shit on the spot that does those things for fun. Duncan never thought he would have someone to call his family and home as well not having this level of protectiveness drug his veins to the level where he wanted to burn the world for her if she said so.

But for now, he will worship her in the way he knows best. Duncan littered her face with kisses soft as the feathers touch, removing the slaty tears, hearing the whimpers turn into soft hums of satisfaction. 'I will remove all of his traces. He doesn't exist anymore. He can NOT hurt you anymore. I have and will protect you, and I will re-write my wrong for tonight. Will you let me worship like you deserve?' Duncan inquired, seeing how her eyes softened with affection, a smile peaking on her face.

'Yes, please.'

Duncan opens her legs slowly, kneeling in front of her and her core. He begins kissing her inner tights while his hands massage the legs gently enough to hear the hums he wants.

'If you want me to stop-' 'No, no, continue, please. I need you.'

Hearing those words, Duncan desired nothing more than to kiss until the oxygen ran out of his lungs, but he suppressed his needs putting hers in front. His breath tickled her core, twitching at the effect. Nearing close, not losing sight of his pearl, he starts to kiss her soul. The movement is pleasantly slow, slow enough for his dove to relax and intertwine her fingers into his ash-grey hair. Her legs opened more, placing them on his shoulder. His tongue brushed up and down against the folds, the juices cascading down and into his mouth, making his blood run wild. The 4 days shaven bread scratched gently on her tights as whimpers filled his ears.

'Right…there…' she said, grasping his hair tighter.

Duncan continues his actions as his nose presses on her clit, eliciting a suppressed moan. Duncan stops to speak five words.

'Don't suppress your voice, dove.' and starts again.

Y/N moans loudly, not letting the moans and pleasure be suppressed anymore. The wooden walls held the moans and gradually layered more and more in the bedroom. Duncan's nose pressed a bit more, and his tongue played with her folds mixing his saliva and her juices together. The love-filled actions continued while Y/N grasped harder on his hair, tighter and more painful, until there was no grip, and her climax crashed on his lips. Duncan stopped pulling away, massaging with his hands her inner tights, prolonging her stimulation as it died down to the tiniest fraction.

'How are you feeling, darling?' Duncan inquired, hoping he helped in some way.

With Y/n's shallow breath, she happily replied, 'Most definitely better. Thank you, Donut.'

Kissing her tights, he promises 'Always.'

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[fandomnerd9602]

Natalia Dyer X Male reader

pls!!

Y/N: so what’s next?

Natalia: what?

Y/N: final season’s wrapped. So what now? Whatever you wanna do next, I’m here for you

Natalia hugs Y/N…

Natalia: I don’t know. But as long as I’m with you, I’m not afraid.

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[ahockeywrites]

A Royal Welcome

Paring: Anthony bridgerton x fem!farmer’s daughter!reader

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Warnings: typical period sexism and misogyny Word Count: 689

Synopsis: Miss Y/N Beresford is new to the city and unsure of the ways to act around other families. Her journey takes her from the farmlands of Lincolnshire, to the Royal Palace, to a church where she is to be wed, in a short season.

In this edition, Miss Beresford is welcomed to the Ton by her majesty herself and it seems as if one particular mama already has eyes on the young woman.

The weight of a stare from the city mama’s was heavy and you felt it almost crushing your entire body down.

It was uncommon for the children of noble farmers to debut in any city, let alone London. Deals were usually stuck up between other noble farming families in different parts of the country to strengthen the agriculture industry within the country. However your parents had noted the amount of suitable gentlemen within the Ton this year, along with the fact that they were unable to find a business match within the industry, so they travelled down to London to stay with your aunt and uncle, Lord and Lady Fuller.

“Miss Y/N Beresford, presented by Lord and Lady Beresford,” one of the Queen’s guards announced.

You slowly approached the Queen, your parents walking slowly behind you. It was difficult to not look around and hear the gasps of the mamas and papas as they heard your last name.

Living in the countryside made it difficult for you to visit cities and make your face known, so you were simply known by your last name and no one knew what even a hair on your head looked like. Naturally your father visited London for occasional business meetings, but your mother never allowed you to visit the city. Only your brother was allowed to attend the meetings because it was improper for a lady to be seen discussing business.

It had taken an unthinkable amount of persuading to let you work two mornings on the fields, let alone join your father and brothers on a hunt. All you wanted was to be treated as an equal to your brothers, but your father and mother had other plans for you.

Your mother ensured that you attended your additional needlework classes, along with lessons in the French and Latin languages. Your attendance at these classes was simply to humour your mother and allow you to spend time working with your brothers on the farm.

As you reached the foot of the Queen’s throne, you stopped and performed a well rehearsed curtsey. The words your majesty slipped from between your lips automatically before you looked up to see Queen Charlotte looking directly at you.

“Welcome to London,” she spoke, “let us hope your first season is a successful one.”

You thanked her profusely before allowing her guards to escort you to a place to stand to watch the other debutants.

Anthony Bridgerton’s head turned at an impressive speed after hearing the Beresford last name in the debutante hall. He was familiar with the name due to him paying the Beresford family a small sum to ensure they kept enough asparagus for them to purchase as it was his mothers favourite. Everything Anthony did was family orientated.

He watched as you walked down the aisle lined with families wearing a simple pink gown which complimented your complexion. His eyes payed special attention to your face, which he swore he had seen before but could not put to where. Anthony hoped the memory would come back to him sooner rather than later.

“You know,” Violet Bridgerton began, “Miss Beresford would make a very suitable Viscountess.” At that Anthony had to refrain from rolling his eyes. He had already told his mother that a love marriage was not on the cards and all he was looking for was a woman who he could hold somewhat of an intellectual conversation with, had child bearing hips, and would at least tolerate his siblings.

Anthony saw the look in his mothers eyes as she made the comment, thinking that the pair of you would work almost as well as her and Edmund.

“Mother,” Anthony groaned, “I cannot simply pick a woman based on how well our families get along.”

“Perhaps you shall call on her tomorrow,” Violet knew she was really trying but knew that that her efforts would likely go unnoticed by her eldest son.

“I will ask her for a dance at the first ball,” Anthony conceded. “Will that make you smile?” He enquired back. His mother could only nod, hoping that he would find love with you.

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Alexander coming to your rescue

Everyone Knew you were the general's weakness. you were he's walking and beating heart. you didn't always agree with Alexander but you also knew. your people needed a fighter someone to fight ot give them rights. you weren't thrilled learning the Same void your family died in. was he's creation but Alexander convinced you it was the only way. you were happy when Alina appeared to help destroy it. that once it's gone. the Gaisha could reunite the lands. and No one needed to know that Alexander was the reason it was created. it was during the time Alexnder and Alina went into the void. that you were taken. Alexander didn't want to Risk your life so you stayed home. back at the castle but once it came out that Alina turned and they expanded the Void, you were arrested and held prisoner watching as your fellow friends. and Gisha were hanged, or killed.

weeks passed you heard rumors that Alexander was still alive, as you were kept alive for insurance it was the Queen who paraded you around as a Prize and toy. It was at Alina's Engagement party that you saw the new weapons that Alexander made. you screamed loudly. for Alexander as Alina, and her friends dragged you downstairs. as you fought until the shadow's started attacking you and your former friends. you screamed getting pushed to the side. Until Alexander appeared . you breathed for what felt like the first time since he left as he noticed you instantly as he's anger rose.

you stepped back in slight fear as Alexander spoke,"are you alright love?"

you nodded your head fast as shadows appeared behind him as Alex told them to get everyone but to leave you. as the shadow's wentover to Alina and the others. as they fought as you coward away from the blow as Alexander grabbed your hand pulling you to his side as you both dissapeared. once away from the battle Alex hugged you tightly. you hugged him back as you asked where the hell has he been.

Alex simply chuckled kissing your head. missing your firey Spirit. as he said he was sorry for taking so long.

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[sachaa-ff]

hey should i write for stranger things?

Send your requests I have time to kill 💀

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[beif0ngs]

BLUE EYE SAMURAI

I never said I was a samurai, you did. I’m on the path of revenge. There’s no place on it for love or friendship or weakness.

#Blue Eye Samurai #animationedit #netflixedit #Mizu #*mine #please i'M BEGGING ALL OF YOU to watch/stream Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix if you haven't already!!! #like just imagine Mulan meets Kill Bill but it's set in Edo period Japan #jam-packed with spectacular choreographed fight scenes and insanely beautiful background landscapes #honestly this and Arcane are undoubtedly THE best animated series to have ever come out of Netflix #and this show deserves at least another season!!! #*I* NEED THE SECOND SEASON OF IT 🥺🥺 #is2g Netflix don't you dare cancel this masterpiece after just one season...

[frost-queen]

My mortal flaw (Reader x Zuko)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @iixchloee, @cherrysxuya

Summary: Reader is a watertribe princess, intended to marry Prince Zuko as an offering of peace between the nations. Zuko never wanted you as his wife and finds you a weakness. A weakness he never saw coming. Upon the discovery of the Avatar, you try to sneak away, only to be discovered by Zuko leading to an arguement. At Kyoshi island you find an escape with Sokka and Katara which makes Zuko derranged and furious. Doing anything in his power to get you back. Finally realizing he might love you. [ part 2 & part 3 & part 4 ]

There were loud knocks on the door to your cabin. It made you lift your head up. You didn’t respond immediate as the next following knocks turned into banging. – “Gentle, gentle.” – you heard a muffled voice speak from the other side. There was a deep sigh, followed by a gentle knock. Almost too gentle. – “Yes.” – you responded having kind of clue of who was at the other side.

“Are you done staying inside?” – It was Prince Zuko speaking at the other end. – “No.” – you responded hearing Zuko barely loose his temper on the other end. – “Calm, calm now nephew.” – you recognized it was Iroh’s voice, soothing the prince’s temper.

You heard some movements till Zuko’s temper took over. – “Then perish inside!” – he yelled at the door as you saw the light of flames through the cracks. Jumping up you went up to the door. – “I will!” – you shouted back in frustration. There was a loud groan with a hard stomp against your door. Startling you away from the door.

Footsteps died out It made you near the door again, holding your ear against it. Once the storm had passed, you exhaled deep. You knew you couldn’t stay in your cabin. It wasn’t deliberately, but you sometimes wanted to avoid Zuko.

Almost at every occasion were you forced together in close proximity. The waterbending princess promised to him. A peace treaty between nations. Honestly you didn’t know what possessed Fire lord Ozai to accept your father’s proposition of simply handing you over on a silver platter to his son.

Being on Zuko’s ship for almost four years now, you had a bit of a clue. Perhaps the fire lord accepted it, to taunt Zuko more. A way of shaming him further against his nation. Water and fire weren’t meant to be together. It was an extra nudge to keep Zuko out of the fire nation. If he wasn’t so bad tempered you might feel sympathy for him.

Opening the door, you decided to head out. Probably the first in days. You missed the ocean breeze, the salty water, the cold, the moon. You missed everything that felt close to you. Looking cautiously around for Zuko, you snuck your way up to the deck. Feeling the breeze on your skin, you inhaled deep. Composed you went to the railing, holding tight to it. Feeling the rocking of the ship on the water, you leaned back to take it in.

With a satisfying breath, you looked up to the moon. The deck was mostly empty. Most soldiers below deck. Playing some cards or drinking. It was a bit too quiet as you missed the buzzing life of your village. Leaning with your chin on your arms by the railing, you stared into the water. Wondering how your tribe was doing without your presence.

“What are you doing here?” – A loud voice raged. You jumped up, startled to bone. Turning your posture a bit, you saw Zuko braising as he came your way. You rolled your eyes at him. – “Make up your mind where you want me.” – you replied raising your voice a bit as well. Zuko puffed up his chest with anger, standing face to face with you. His hands radiating heat. His gaze scanning yours. He hated how vulnerable your gaze was. Soft and mesmerizing as the moon.

A wind picked up from the east as it made you shiver. Zuko noticed it, observing you. – “Fetch the princess a blanket!” – he yelled without a glance away from you. From behind Zuko at the other side, you saw a soldier rush to get you a blanket. You tilted your head a bit. – “Your uncle isn’t looking.” – you told him.

Knowing he only showed kindness when his uncle forced him to be civil. – “I know.” – Zuko responded with a soft glare. The soldier returned with a blanket as Zuko snatched it from his hands. He rose his hands, intending to place the blanket over your shoulders as he stopped himself. He caught himself being nice. Showing a weakness, he couldn’t afford.

He brought his hands back to his chest, throwing the blanket at you. You caught it when it hit your chest. – “How gentle of you.” – you said sarcastic, putting the blanket over your shoulders. Zuko huffed loud as he staid in your presence. Close as it made you uncertain at this point. What was he still doing around you? He never staid this long around you. Not if it wasn’t forced on him.

There was a rumble in the sky followed by a strong gush of air. It knocked you right against Zuko’s chest. His hand subtle on your back as the wind kept blazing through. Zuko’s eyes lit up, lowering his hand on you. From the corner of your eye, you saw a bright blue light.

Making you turn around to bestow upon the beam of light in the sky. – “What is that?” – you asked a bit nervous and frightened. Unconsciously you leaned back, coming in touch with Zuko’s chest. Zuko stepped back as you felt the loss of touch. He started ordering commands to his crew to set coarse to the beam of light. It might be a clue for his search for the Avatar.

The ship neared the village of the southern water tribe. It cracked the ice open when it steered frontal through it. The village nearing. Zuko stood on deck. Uncle Iroh a step behind him to the side. You stood beside Zuko, your fiancé. With worry, you looked up to him. – “Stay on the ship.” – he said firm, keeping his hands behind his back. – “but…” – you started. – “Stay here!” – Zuko yelled at you, making you gulp nervously. – “Zuko!” – Iroh called out.

“Show the princess some kindness.” – he told him with a soft glare. Zuko breathed with a scoff. He lowered himself a bit to speak to you like a he would do to a little child. – “That’s an order from your prince.” – he made clear. Something you caught in his eyes, made you see a smidge of desperation in him. Did he perhaps think you’d stay here with the people of your own kind?

That once you left the ship, they’d see you as a prisoner and claim you as theirs? Before you could think of it more, had Zuko turned away. Zuko accepted his helmet from one of his men, following them. Iroh came joining your side as you watched Zuko and his men descend onto the ice. – “Best to stay out of a fight, princess.” – he said to you.

Being on the ship was boring. You hardly had any sight of what was happening down at the village. You saw flashes of fire as you hoped Zuko wouldn’t burn down the village. It was small. Smaller than any village you had known. You had lost sight of Iroh. He was probably up on the high deck to overlook the happening. A gush of wind made you bring your hands up to protect your face. – “An airbender?” – you questioned.

Hadn’t they gone instinct? For over a hundred years there haven’t been an airbender. – “The Avatar!” – you heard the soldiers shout in unison. – “The Avatar.” – you gasped in shock. Looking up, you knew Iroh’s eye was on Zuko. As it always was. You duck down, rushing to the railing. Below the ice had cracked where the ship had broken through.

Grabbing the railing, you jumped over it, swaying your hand up. A trail of water spiralled up, flowing around you as it slowed your descend. Your feet hit the ice as the water splashed on the ice. Ignoring Zuko’s order, you needed to see it for yourself.  Keeping yourself low to avoid Iroh spotting you, you snuck up in haste to the village.  

You neared the entrance of the village, eyes wide with shock of what you saw. People running around. The soldiers causing fires to scare them into handing over the Avatar. You snuck into the village trying to look for the Avatar. A deranged fire blast went your way as it hit an igloo near you. The impact made you duck down, receiving some exploded ice on your back.

“It isn’t save here!” – A boy called out, taking your hand as he pulled you away from the burning igloo. He came to a stop, taking a moment to fully look at you. – “Who are you?” – he asked, still holding your hand. You panicked pulling your hand out of his and taking a run for it. – “Hey!” – the boy called out coming after you.

He knew everyone from his village, yet you were unfamiliar. He got stopped in his tracks by fire. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his sister. – “Katara hide!” – he shouted with a wave of his arm. You came to a stop seeing the Avatar in the air. Never did you think you’d see the Avatar.

Your gaze got pulled away by a hard pull on your wrist. Forcing you to look another way. Zuko’s way. – “You ignored my order!” – Zuko shouted at you, tugging hard on your wrist. You tried pulling your wrist out of his grip as he held it tight. – “I’m not your soldier!” – you yelled back at him. Zuko glared at you. – “Get back to the ship!” – he ordered with anger. – “I will stay!” – you stood your ground, not wanting to leave. – “Y/n! Get. To. The. Ship.” – he repeated trying to compose himself.

Feeling himself boil with anger over you. Angry that you deliberately ignored his order. You pulled your wrist out of his grip with force. – “I didn’t sign up for this!” – you replied with fury. – “For what?” – Zuko fired back. – “These are my people Zuko!” – you told him. – “I just want the Avatar!” – he responded. In the corner of his eye, he saw a spear heading your way. Zuko tensed his jaw, grabbing you as he tackled you to the ground. Rolling over in the snow as the spear flew over your heads.

You laid in the snow, feeling Zuko half on top of you. His hand protective on your head. He pulled you up as he created fire, bending it towards the tribe member who threw the spear at you. – “Zuko!” – you called out, pushing his arm down. – “The ship now!” – Zuko yelled with a rage unlike you had ever seen. Before you knew it, grabbed two of his men you by the arms. Dragging you out of the village back to the ship.

**

“Stay with the princess!” – Zuko ordered one of his men. They bowed as a response. – “Don’t let her out of your sight.” – he added tracking up the hill. Iroh right behind him. You followed in line as Zuko lead the expedition to capture the Avatar. Having been spotted on Kyoshi island. – “The Avatar is mine.” – Zuko said out loud.

Up on the hill was a bright blue light shining. Hinting the Avatar was up there. Up ahead you saw a water tribe girl take a stand as defence. She let her arms sway, letting a whip of water splash at Zuko’s feet. Zuko stopped, pulling his foot up to see the wetness on his shoes. – “Pathetic.” – he called out.

The girl furrowed her brows at the sight of you. – “Stand aside girl.” – Zuko ordered. The girl moved her hands up. – “You’ll have to go through me.” – she replied. Zuko laughed. – “That won’t be a problem.” – he answered preparing himself. He fired at her as she fell backwards onto the grass. A sudden gush of wind made you all look away. Zuko’s eyes widened when Avatar Kyoshi landed in front of them. With one wave of her fan, were you all pushed back by air. Falling back.

“Protect the princess!” – Zuko shouted as he tried to get back up. The soldier enlisted to keep you save, pulled you up by your arm. Dragging you away from the others. He led you down the hill through the woods. You had little time to stand still and think about what was happening. Soon you neared the town as the soldier kept a grip on you, looking constantly over his shoulder. You froze when a fan flashed at him, hitting him in the head. It knocked him down.

Your gaze met up with a young girl looking a lot like Avatar Kyoshi with her make-up. The same boy from the water tribe at her side. – “Hey I know you!” – he said with a confused point at you. – “You were at my tribe too.” – he stated with furrowed brows. You turned around taking a run for it. – “Hey wait!” – Sokka called out, coming after you with Suki. You stopped, brought your hands up your face, then you pushed them forwards. The crackling of ice sounding. Sokka and Suki looked down, their feet slippery on ice.

“She can bend.” – Suki told Sokka out of breath. Suki grabbed Sokka by his shirt, pulling him off the ice. They went back in pursuit. In the woods, you couldn’t tell the direction apart. Not knowing where it might lead you. – “Hey wait!” – Sokka shouted to get your attention. Panting you tried to stay ahead of them. You screamed when you nearly bumped into the girl that came out of nowhere. You fell back, caught off guard. – “Katara get her.” – Sokka called out, out of breath.

Katara took a stand, ready to whip you with water if you dared to move. – “Why are you with the fire nation?” – she asked rudely. Suki extended her hand to you as you accepted it, letting her help you up. – “Are you their prisoner?” – Sokka questioned as you remained silent. – “There’s no need to be scared.” – Suki spoke rubbing her hand on your back, soothingly. – “We’ll save you.” – Sokka responded proudly. Before you knew it, were you dragged along with them.

Zuko was panting, taking a look around. – “Where is the princess?” – he asked loud. All his men looked at each other uncertain. Zuko felt himself grow angrier. – “Where is Y/n!” – he shouted unleashing fire from his fists. – “Don’t worry Zuko, we’ll find her.” – Iroh said to sooth him. – “Find her!” – Zuko ordered to his men. – “Burn this entire island down if you must to find her!” – he moved his fist forward, a blast of fire hitting a tree as it set it on fire. His men scattered away in search of you. – “We’ll find her Zuko…” – Iroh spoke placing a hand on Zuko’s shoulder. Zuko brushed his hand harshly off. He was panting. Braising with anger that he had lost sight of you.

If this would’ve happened years ago, he would just leave, being glad to be rid of you. Now, he felt like he couldn’t. You weren’t around him for a few moments and he already missed the argues with you. He missed your presence, more than he would ever admit. It wasn’t easy being forced on this mission with someone you were signed up to marry. Yet you were there. Day in and out. You were there at every step of the way. The water tribe princess he learned to admire… in secret.

Admitting it to himself that he actually… cared was scary. You were a weakness. You still are a weakness to him. One he didn’t intended on. Zuko called it out, burning the trees nearby. A tree’s trunk cracked. The top bush falling to the side. Zuko narrowed his eyes when he saw something familiar blue trotting up the hill. Instead of one, he recognized three. Taking in deep breaths, he bald his hands into fists.

He called it out as the fire coming out of him startled Iroh. It was blazing hot. Iroh saw it now as well, swallowing nervously. – “Zuko…” – he started moving his hand forwards. Before he could reach Zuko, had Zuko ran off. Huffing and puffing with anger to get you back. The grass catching fire from where he passed. His wrath waiting to be unleashed.

“So why were you with the fire nation?” – Katara asked as she pushed you up the hill. – “It’s complicated.” – you answered. – “How is it complicated?” – Sokka asked scratching the back of his head. – “It’s…” – you started cut off by loud shouting. You leaped aside when a fire blast went your way. Looking back at the trail, you saw Zuko panting with anger. His fist out where the fire blast had come from.

“He’s back!” – Sokka called out, helping his sister back up. Sokka then rushed over to you, helping you up. – “We have to go.” – he told you. Zuko fired once more, preventing them from going further up the hill. – “You are not going anywhere with her!” – he made clear. Sokka pulled you behind him. – “She’s not your prisoner!” – Sokka shouted at Zuko.

“No.” – Zuko replied composing himself a bit. – “She’s my intended.” – he said out loud making Sokka’s jaw drop, gawking at Zuko. – “Now hands off before I burn you!” – Zuko threatened. Sokka immediately pulled his hands off you, having no intention to die. Zuko’s gaze met up with yours, softening as he extending his hand to you. – “Please…” – he asked.

The sincereness from him made you realize he’d truly cared for you. For long you didn’t think it was possible. But here he was burning bridges to get to you. You took a deep breath, making the intention to reach your hand out to him when a gush of wind knocked him back. The Avatar landed soundless between Zuko and you. – “Leave my friends alone!” – Aang called out.

Zuko pressed his fist into the ground, groaning in anger. He got up firing at Aang. Aang deflected his fire with a defence of his own. Aang swayed his stick, knocking Zuko further back down the hill. Zuko got back up, going with all his might against Aang. Using all his power against the Avatar in order to get you back. – “Wait!” – you called out loud. Aang and Zuko stopped.

Aang looking confused at you. – “Don’t hurt him.” – you told Aang. Aang stared dumbfound  at you. Zuko slowly got up as you ran up to him. Slamming yourself against his chest when he had gotten up. Your arms around him. Zuko moved his arms around you as well, lowering his head on your shoulder to feel your embrace deeper.

“I need you Y/n.” – Zuko whispered to you. You hugged him tighter as a response. – “Can someone explain to me what is happening?” – Aang said out loud, looking back at his friends. Sokka and Katara could only stare in shock at the two of you. – “They’re intended.” – Sokka said finding it hard to believe and finding it odd that he was saying it out loud. – “Huh?” – Aang responded.

“We should probably leave.” – Katara whispered to her brother. – “Good idea.” – he whispered back, slowly backing away. The three of them ran off. Zuko and you stopped embracing. He smiled at you, touching your cheek. You brought his hand down, keeping it in yours. Holding hands, you went back down the hill with Zuko.

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[revasserium]

Pining Zoro and blind-to-it Reader?

un-certainly

opla!zoro; 3,422 words; fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, straw hat!reader, fem!reader, (seeminlgy) clueless!reader, lots of pining, banter, teasing, smitten!zoro, the whole nine yards

summary: in which everyone knows zoro's got it bad for you, except for you, of course.

one.

“so… i should just… talk to her.” zoro says uncomprehendingly, blinking at an exasperated nami, who has to take a long, steadying breath to keep from shoving him overboard. the waves beneath them are calm, the day above them, a gorgeous, endless stretch of blue so brilliant it almost pains the eyes to stare.

nami resists the urge to pinch her nose bridge as a dull ringing starts to echo in her ears.

“yes. sweet god — just go up to her and say ‘hey, i think i might like you’ and i guarantee you, things will go from there.”

zoro shifts his tightly knitted arms, squinting at her as if she might be lying or purposefully luring him into a trap, “go? so there’s a chance it could go badly.”

this time, nami really does drop her face into her hands, groaning loudly.

“well there’s always a chance it could go badly —”

“sounds like a bad idea to me.” zoro looks away, eyes still narrowed as the light sea breeze ruffles his hair, a colony of news coo squawking loudly overhead, one of them dropping down to careen towards the going merry, landing on the thick white railings next to them, ruffling it’s feathers as nami pushes off to dig in her pocket for some berry.

“oh! newspapers here!” your voice makes both zoro and nami jump, and a second later you’re bounding up the stairs to the forecastle deck and stuffing some berry into the news coo’s bag. your arm brushes by zoro’s as you lean over to offer the news coo a piece of dried shrimp, which it considers for a second before leaning forward and gobbling up.

nami gives zoro a soft shove from his other side, leveling him with a meaningful look before turning and making a show of going to check on her tangerine grove.

zoro doesn’t have time to glare before the news coo takes off with a pat-pat-pat of wings, leaving you and him very much alone on the sunny fore-deck. he purses his lips, casting about for something to say even as you hum happily to yourself, your arm still painfully close to his as you unroll the newspaper and flip though, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil of the man standing next to you.

“uh — anything interesting?” zoro asks, desperate for something, anything to fill the silence.

you shrug, “nope… just the usual — uptick in piracy along the coast, tightening of marine patrols…” you turn and cast him a grin that makes his stomach twist inside him like a contortionist from buggy’s freakshow.

zoro clears his throat, thumbing absently at the hilt of his swords before taking a deep breath.

“hey — uh…”

“hm?” you turn towards him, with your wide attentive eyes and your stomach-curling smile.

zoro blinks, his gaze flickering from your soft button nose to the way the wind twines its fingers in the loose strands of your hair. two twin pearls glitter from the lobes of your ears and he feels the tension melt from him as he sucks in another breath.

just say it, nami had said, just tell her.

really, how hard could it be?

“i uh — there’s something i wanna talk —”

“wait, hold still,” you say, your eyes going wide as you lean forward suddenly and zoro’s visions tunnels in around him — you’re close, closer, too close/too close/too close!

your fingers card through his hair and he has to bite back the shiver that rockets down his spine as you pull your hand back with a black-tipped feather.

“the news coo left you a present,” you say, laughing as you offer him the feather.

zoro considers it for a second before taking it from you.

“it could’ve left worse,” he says, recalling the few times that he’d gotten bird shit in his hair.

you giggle; the sound makes him want to scream but instead, he settles for clearing his throat again.

“now, you make a wish,” you say, nodding towards the feather in his hand.

“never heard of that before,” he frowns slightly, “thought you could only wish on dandelion seeds and…” he waves at the endless stretch of sky above you, “shooting stars and stuff.”

your smile is so wide that zoro thinks his cheeks might start to hurt for you.

“haven’t you heard that rules are meant to be broken?” you ask, offering him the feather again. he looks at you, then at the feather, and the back at you.

“okay — i wish —”

you squawk flapping your hand, “no! you can’t tell me what the wish is! otherwise, it won’t come true!”

zoro smirks, cocking an eyebrow, “i thought rules were meant to be broken?”

you blush the most darling shade of red and he decides to take it easy on you (and, honestly, himself). so, he plucks the feather from your hand and closes his eyes, making a soft, silent wish. a wish that, in truth, he’d been making since the moment he met you.

when he opens his eyes, it’s to find you staring.

“kay. now what?” he asks, rolling the feather between his thumb and forefinger.

“now…” you gently tug the feather from him before opening your palm and letting the wind whisk it away, “you let the sea take your wish. and if you’re worthy, it’ll grant the wish for you!”

zoro lets out a breathy laugh, “if i’m worthy? and how’s it supposed to know that?”

you lean in, and if it were anyone else, he might’ve been annoyed, but with you, somehow, he finds himself charmed.

your voice is conspiratorial as you whisper, “because… the ocean knows all the secrets the sky can’t keep.”

two.

at dinner, with you by his side, usopp detailing some imaginary adventure, nami laughing, sanji blowing smoke rings towards the middle of the fire-lit deck. your cheeks are pink from the wine everyone is passing around and for a second, you bump into him and turn — he turns towards you too —

your eyes catch like unsuspecting fish to a bobbing hook and zoro feels his stomach tug as you grin up at him, the night sky caught in the flutter of your lashes.

he can’t help the way his gaze flicks down to your lips, and then back up again.

“feel like sharing?” you ask, nodding towards his half-finished bottle.

wordlessly, he hands the bottle to you and watches as you bring the mouth to your lips and take a long drink. he tracks the soft bobbing of your moon-lit throat and feels his own mouth go dry at the sight.

across the fire, sanji watches with a growing smile and nami rolls her eyes.

“oi, moss-head — mind if i take a swig too?” sanji asks as you hand back the bottle, dragging the back of your hand across your lips, and zoro turns to pin sanji with a glare.

“get your own,” he says, before polishing off the rest with a few hard sips and tossing the bottle into a rapidly growing pile.

zoro licks his lips and tries not to think about the way your lips had fit around the bottle just right; he tries not to wonder if you’d taste like wine. or, if he’d even have the mind to think that far if you were to let him kiss you.

three.

“… and then, you pull it through… like this?” you slowly bring your arm through a swiping movement, your hands clutched around the hilt of a wooden training sword. zoro sighs, shaking his head.

“uh — not quite — here,” he pushes off from the barrel he’s sitting on to circle around behind you, wrapping one hand around both of yours, the other palm curling around your middle to press against your stomach, “you’re breaking in your waist again — keep your core tight and —” he helps you swing the sword through in a swift arc.

“oh.”

it takes him a second to realize how close you are, how he can feel your entire back pressed against his entire front, how perfectly you fit into his arms, how easy it’d be to hold you to him and never let go.

“so just… practice that a few hundred times,” he says, stumbling back as his cheeks go hot and he feels the inexplicable urge to toss himself into the calm, saltine waves below, if only to cool down just a bit.

“will you practice with me?” you ask, your smile wider than the sky is wide — zoro is sure.

he blinks at you for a second before making a show of sighing and rolling his eyes.

“ah… i guess i could use a bit of practice too.”

he pulls out the wadou ichimonji and takes his stance next to you.

“ready?” he asks.

you nod, glancing over and adjusting your posture.

“okay, how many are we doing?”

zoro casts around for a number, “a thousand.”

“zoro!”

“five… hundred?”

you cast him a look that makes his stomach flip inside him.

“how about we start with a hundred, and then i’ll see how i feel from there?”

zoro clicks his tongue, smirking, “i could do a hundred in my sleep.”

you make a show of rolling your eyes, “fine then — go take a nap!”

zoro huffs as he clears his throat, “right then — let’s start — one, two —”

you squeak as you hurry to catch up, jumping as he reaches out a hand to correct your posture.

up on the foredeck, luffy watches with usopp by his side.

“hey! i wonder if zoro would teach me sword tricks if i asked!”

usopp sighs, clapping luffy on the back even as he shakes his head.

“uh — not that i think he wouldn’t but … maybe you should just… let them do their thing, yeah?”

four.

“i think you really should tell her,” luffy says, slapping zoro on the shoulder, a bit harder than he’d intended. zoro winces, pressing a palm to his chest — still sore from their recent raid.

“i don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

luffy laughs, leaning forward against the railing, “nami said you’d say that.”

zoro fights the urge to scowl as he sighs, his eyes narrowed at the damnably calm horizon. at least if the weather weren’t so nice, he could make up an excuse to leave but —

“really, what’s the worse that could happen?” luffy asks.

zoro grunts, shooting luffy a sidelong look, “oh i don’t know, she doesn’t feel the same and shit gets awkward and —” he waves a hand at the going merry, “the crew falls apart.”

thankfully, luffy doesn’t pause to call him out on for once not denying it.

instead, he lets out a contemplative hum, “hm… yeah, that could happen. but… i don’t think it will.”

inside his chest, zoro’s heart clunks, strange and uncoordinated.

“why? she say something to you?” he can’t keep the curiosity from his voice, the stomach-squeezing anticipation he’d only ever associated with the heat of battle and a really good fight. but now, he feels it whenever you get too close, and he wonders if he can go insane like this — if one day his heart might just give out.

“nope!” luffy’s voice is too bright, too cheerful, and zoro feels himself rolling his eyes before he can stop himself, “i’ve just got a feeling!”

“a feeling.”

“yeah! and — have a little faith! the straw hat crew isn’t that fragile.”

with that, and another hearty clap to the shoulder that leaves zoro hissing in pain, luffy clomps off towards the kitchens, where sanji is already doing dinner prep. zoro lets out another sigh as he straightens, carefully stretching his arms to test the range of motion.

above him, a flock of migratory geese fly southward in a soft, arrowhead formation. zoro holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watches them pass overhead.

a single feather flutters down towards him and he finds himself reaching out to catch in the palm of his hand.

a wish, huh, he thinks, twirling the feather between two fingers before casting around to make sure no one else can see him. satisfied that everyone else is either too far away or below decks, zoro closes his eyes and makes a wish —

alright roronoa, please. don’t fuck this up.

five.

“ahem.” zoro clears his throat after dinner, making a point to down a couple more drinks than usual. he’s never been one to believe in liquid courage, but… it couldn’t hurt, right?

“can we, uh, talk?”

you smile a smile that threatens to crack his chest wide open, nodding.

“sure! what’s up?”

across the room, sanji visibly stills but nami catches his eye and shakes her head ever so slightly.

“c’mon… not in here,” zoro says, jerking his head towards the hallway that leads to the decks above.

“what’s got you so secretive all of a sudden?” you ask as he leads you all the way up to the crows nest, reaching down to help tug you up, letting his hand linger in yours as you grin up at him.

“i’m allowed to have secrets,” he says, turning to stare out at the darkened sea, the summer moon hanging low and full-bellied over the glittering waters, the stars winking like so many all-seeing eyes.

“we all are, but… i thought we’d gotten all your big ones after that one night the whiskey bar —”

zoro coughs, “alright, alright — don’t need to bring that up again.”

you laugh, leaning forward to pillow your cheek against your crossed arms, propped up along the edge of the crows nest.

“so? what’s this new secret, then?”

zoro swallows, “uh — wouldn’t exactly call it new.”

“alright then, an old secret.”

“not super old, either —”

you turn to look at him, half-exasperated, half-amused, but when you catch sight of his expression, you still, pressing your lips.

“zoro? is… everything okay?”

he ticks his tongue against his teeth and lets out a long breath, as if bracing himself for something before he says —

“yeah. i think —” he clears his throat again, trying to recall what nami had said about just saying it and he tries again.

“i think i might like you.”

the coil in his chest feels tight enough to snap, but you’re quiet as he turns to steal a glance at you.

“oh,” you say, you expression curiously contemplative as you look out over the darkened seascape.

zoro has to physically stop himself from shaking you by the shoulders — say something, goddamnit! say anything!

“so…” he says, knitting his arms across his chest instead.

you turn towards him, your eyes bright as twin stars.

“you think you might like me, right?” you ask, and for a second, zoro can only blink down at you, completely thrown by your lack of reaction. of all the things he’d imagined you doing — everything from getting angry to apologizing to throwing yourself at him with an impassioned speech about how you’d felt the same since the beginning — this was not one of them.

“uh… yeah, pretty sure that’s what i said.”

you cock your head, a quick, bird-like gesture that makes zoro’s heart skitter inside his chest, threatening to leap from his mouth as you continue to stare up at him, completely unabashed.

“ah… so what do you think we should do then?”

zoro stares, “… do?”

“yeah, because if you’re not sure if you like me… we should do something to make sure, right?”

and it’s then that he sees the soft, playful uptick of your lips, the glittering darkness behind your eyes. the tension in his chest seems to loosen even as he lets out a breath, chuckling before quirking an eyebrow and taking a step towards you, caging you in against the crows nest’s edge.

“mm. you’re right — i can think of a few things we could try, though.”

“yeah?” you voice is little more than an exhale on the wind, but it’s the last thing zoro tastes before he finds his lips on yours.

as far as kisses go, zoro would later think back, it was a pretty damn good one.

it started as a slow kind of kiss, a soft, unfurling of breath on breath, and then lips on lips. the ghost-friction of promises made and kept and unbroken, the first spark to a fire that had been threatening to consume him since the moment he’d heard you laugh.

and then — just like that, he’s kissing you. and you’re kissing him back, the gravity and inevitability of it making his head spin even as he presses in closer. it is sweet and warm and trembling — soft and hard and deepening. he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth and savors the way you gasp open for him.

just him.

he swallows it like he wants to swallow you, reaching up to sink his fingers into the silk and gossamer of your hair, pulling you so close he can feel your heartbeat thrumming against his chest, your nails as they curl into the linen of his shirt.

it takes everything inside him to pull back, and everything else left not to dive right back in again. you’re both panting, a little breathless, and zoro — a lot relieved.

“so…” you say, your tongue flickering out to lave across your bottom lip.

zoro doesn’t try to stop his eyes as he tracks the spine-tingling motion.

“so?”

you grin, biting back the shiver that chases through you at the deep, base rumble of his voice, echoing from his body to yours.

“what’s the verdict? have you decided if you like me yet?” you ask, batting your lashes even as he watches your own eyes drop down to his lips. a dark, warm, purring satisfaction curls inside his chest at the way your pupils dilate, black as the night, bright as all her favorite stars.

“hm,” zoro hums, leaning down to skim a knuckle along your jaw, slowly guiding your face towards his again, “dunno… jury’s still out… might have to try it a few more times. y’know… just to be sure.”

“mm…” you sigh as he leans down to graze his teeth along your pulse point, fingers tightening around your waist as he feels you tremble in his arms, “y-yeah… wouldn’t want you to be —” you hiccup as he sinks a soft bite into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, “uncertain.”

“no…” and his voice is all groan and gravel as he lets himself breathe you in, “we certainly wouldn’t want that.”

bonus.

far below, beneath the decks of the going merry, sanji takes a long pull from a post-dinner cigarette, his lips twisting into a concerned sort of frown.

“it’s been a while since they’ve been up there. think we should go check on them?”

luffy shugs, still happily picking at the remains of the turkey carcass sitting in the middle of an oblong plate.

“they should be okay — i mean, they say that no news is good news, right?”

“uh, not sure that applies to this kinda thing,” usopp says as he makes to peak out of the nearest window.

nami swirls her drink, “i think they’re fine. and we’d hear if zoro threw himself off the crows nest, right?”

across the table, sanji blinks and luffy pauses in his munching.

“whoa, you think he’d really do that if she rejects him?” usopp asks, his face going a little pale.

nami rolls here eyes, “no.” and then a moment later, “but really, we’d hear him if he jumped, right?”

luffy licks his lips, shrugging, “dunno, probably though. he’s pretty heavy so he’ll make a pretty big splash.”

sanji taps a bit of ash into his empty bowl and lets out a long suffering breath.

“yeah, y’know really, no news is good news.”

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[rafecameroninterlude]

soft(ish)!dom rafe taking reader’s virginity?!! jsjsjdjbd

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: loss of virginity, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

word count: 1.2k

“come on, baby. why do you always get shy on me?” rafe’s hand was under your shirt, his fingers skimming the lacey material of your bra. you hated the bummed look on his face, your digits weaving themselves through his hair as he left kisses on your neck. “i just don’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered, “here you are with all the experience in the world, and here i am with nothing.” you cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

“what do you mean?” he laughed. “i’ve never had sex before, rafe. that’s what i mean.” your hands fell to your sides as you avoided looking at the man on top of you. “hey,” he cupped your chin, “are you serious?” you nodded slowly, sucking in a breath as his eyes darkened over. “you’re telling me that someone as beautiful, perfect, and smart as you are hasn’t had sex with anyone?” a shy smile graced your lips from his praise. “rafe, i’m being serious.” you hit his chest playfully.

“so am i. why would you think you’d disappoint me by being a virgin?” he caged you between his arms, leaving a kiss on your temple. “because i want you to feel good too.” you met his eyes for the first time during this whole ordeal. rafe shook his head, “making you feel good would make me feel even better.” he pulled you into a kiss, slotting himself between your thighs. “let me do that for you, beautiful. let me make you feel good.” you moaned when he grinded against your cunt, the thin material of your leggings having nothing on the rough denim of rafe’s jeans.

“okay,” you let him take off your sweatshirt, his hips grouding into yours once again. “that feels good.” he sat back on his heels, pulling down your leggings and underwear in one swoop. “yeah? you like that?” rafe’s jaw clenched as he took in the naked sight of you, his cock now straining against his pants. “if you want me to stop anything, just say the word baby.” he picked up one of your legs, allowing your ankle to rest on his shoulder. you shuddered as rafe traced your folds, his thumb teasing your clit.

“fuck, you’re soaked already?” you moaned once rafe started a steady rhythm. he continued like this until you grabbed his wrist, your shallow breaths now pants as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm. “can’t take it?” he leaned forward, moving faster as your grip on his wrist tightened. “d-don’t stop.” your eyes rolled back just as you felt a finger at your entrance.

rafe’s finger entered you slowly, your walls fluttering around his digit. “does that hurt?” you shook your head, your hips chasing his hand for more. “you’re doing so good, y/n.” he kissed you, the added penetration making your thighs shake. “i think i’m gonna-” you were cut off by your orgasm hitting you full force, a cry ripping itself from your throat. rafe inserted a second finger, this alone making black spots dot your vision, your body thrashing against the sheets underneath you.

“o-okay, okay!” you tapped his arm, trying your best not to scream at the overstimulation. rafe grunted, putting the same fingers he had inside of you, inside his mouth, your eyes widening as he did so. “fuck, you taste so good.” he was quick to discard all of his clothes, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock springing up against his stomach. “i can’t promise this won’t hurt baby, i’ll stop if it’s too much for you.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, his lips grazing yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.

he smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before taking you in a kiss, your heart melting at the same time he pushed himself inside you, your eyes screwing shut at the pain shooting up your spine. rafe groaned, his head dropping in the crook of your neck. “holy fuck.” he breathed out, his large palm cupping your bra-clad tit. “hurts, rafe.” tears stung your eyes, your nails digging into his skin. “i won’t move until you tell me to, baby.” you held his face in your hands, adjusting to him while the pain subsided.

“i think i’m okay now,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, a groan leaving rafe’s lips as he pulled out, thrusting back into you slowly. you moaned, the stretch feeling more blissful with each stroke of his cock. within five minutes, you and rafe were moaning and holding onto each other like you’d disappear if you let go. rafe was getting rougher the closer he got to his climax, his hand occasionally wrapping around your neck.

“harder, rafe.” he laughed at your request, tugging your hair as he flipped you over, his fingertips digging into your hips as he took you from the back. in this position, he reached even deeper, your pussy clenching around him as he pushed your face into the pillows, muffling your screams. “ah, fuck,” you whimpered, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

rafe fisted your hair, pulling you up so your back was flat against his chest. “you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?” he talked into your ear, his other hand coming around to rub tight circles on your clit. “oh, fuck yes,” you would’ve collapsed if it wasn’t for rafe holding you up. “cum, baby.” as if on cue, you gasped, rafe cursing at how tight you were squeezing around him. “oh, fuck, i’m gonna cum too.” you didn’t even get a chance to go through the aftershocks of your second orgasm before rafe got on top of you again, still rubbing your clit as he fucked into you like he was merely using you to get himself off.

you winced, overstimulation setting in as you felt the build up of a third climax underway. “please cum inside me.” those words alone sent rafe spiraling, his hips stuttering as you felt his cum paint your velvety walls. “give me one more, y/n.” he grunted, his abs constricting as he switched his angle, pinning both of your thighs next to your head. “rafe!” you were sure he had crescents indented in his skin by how hard you were scratching him.

“oh, that’s it..” he trailed wet kisses from your chest to your neck, wiping away a tear that slid down your cheek. you panted, finally opening your eyes only to see rafe smiling down at you. “not funny,” you breathed, holding onto his hand as he rolled over to your side, “i can’t feel my legs.” rafe stroked your hair, pulling you close to him. “that was amazing, y/n. i didn’t think you could be anymore perfect but i was wrong.” you smiled against his skin.

maybe it was the way your girlfriend brain was wired, but you couldn’t keep yourself from thinking about his other conquests who probably felt the same way as you did right now; dickmatized and on top of the world. “why are you so pouty now?” rafe cupped your cheeks, your eyes rolling at his teasing tone. “because.. you’ve made other girls feel like that too.” you traced his jaw with your finger.

“well if it makes you feel better, no other girl has ever made me feel like this.”

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[tempobaekh]

Pt.2 of some behind the scenes photos from Wednesday🫶🏻

#Wednesday #Wednesday Addams #Wednesday Netflix #Wednesday Addams Netflix #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #marilyn thornhill #morticia addams #gomez addams #yoko tanaka #eugene otinger #xavier thorpe x reader #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #Xavier thorpe imagines #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin imagines #Ajax petropolus imagine #Ajax petropolus imagines #wenclair

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Ducan "Donut" Vizla🍩

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

JOIN US TODAY. BE A DUNCAN HOE!

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Types Of Kisses🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS

My Saviour 🌺protective! Duncan Vizla? Maybe they capture her and he’s ready to wreak havoc upon them? Hurt/comfort with a bit of makeup smut?

Taking Off Their S/O's Makeup 🌺 (Could you do Duncan vizla,the joker and whoever else you’d like.)taking off their s/o makeup after they come from a nightout because they are to drunk to do it themselves 💛

Stressed Student 🌺 can I request Duncan Vizla, the Joker, Victor Creed and what would they do if they see their s/o down because they're stressed due exams?

You Are My Protector 🌺 do you think he’d appreciate someone being gentle with him and spoiling him with compliments? I just imagine him getting a praise kink whenever his woman kisses his scars 😚💗

Worship Me 🌺 What about Duncan doing some exhausting teasing foreplay the whole day before having sex?😍😍

Kicking in the process... 🌺 Duncan Vizla x Pregnant Reader

October Drive ❤️‍🔥I think daddy Duncan deserves some smut, would you be an angel you are and write something, maybe some August heat car ride or smth!

Telling Him You Are A Virgin ❤️‍🔥 Ok here me out 😂 virgin X Duncan, she constantly flirts with him but doesn’t want a one night stand with him. It shocks him when she says she’s a virgin and only does long term

White Shorts VS. Duncan Vizla ❤️‍🔥Innocent girl + short shorts = very pent up Duncan = very rough sex

Period Sex ❤️‍🔥What do you think about Duncan smut while his girl is on period? I bet he's up to this shit👀👀

Duncan Pleaser ❤️‍🔥 Omg give us more swearing daddy Duncan pleasing his woman😍😍

Outdoor Quickie ❤️‍🔥hi there! I've come up with the idea for Duncan smut, IDK if you like it, but I give it a try🔞🔞how bout some outdoor quickie in winter? IDK if it's even possible in real life, but still! I very much appreciate all your imagines! you're doing great👍👍

Christmas Decorations 🌺 now here’s a little concept (you don’t have to write I just want to share lol) She is super excited for Christmas like REALLY excited she’s all over the house with decorations and at first when she asks him to help her he says no but I mean he can’t say no to her puppy eyes so he caves and they spend the whole afternoon decorating the house ✨💜✨💜✨

I Ain't No Snitch 🌺❤️‍🔥 can you imagine if one day she is kidnapped in order to get to Duncan so he has to find her and everything and when he finds her she’s all scared and crying so he gets all soft and protective 😭😭😭😭😭😭

No Bra ❤️‍🔥 some good old Duncan Vizla smut

Nightly Adventures ❤️‍🔥Lemme ask for some duncan vizla smut, daddy kink, dirty talk and pure filth? I feel like the character is underrated and has lots of potential!

Jingle My Balls ❤️‍🔥 How about some good ol' sexy time with Duncan Vizla! Ohhhhh maybe a holiday theme?? Like the reader wore idk a santa dress/elf dress and Duncan decides to jingle their bells??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ya catchin my drift chief?? Im sorry this was cheesy

Daddy Kink Headcanon ❤️‍🔥 I was wondering if u could possibly do some Duncan Vizla with daddy kink (smut) headcaons plz it’s ok if u can’t tho 👌

Wedding Risks ❤️‍🔥 may i ask for more of it, maybe some inappropriate place/timing smut or public place or as you wish, cause it gives life :3

Brave 🌩️🌺 I have a request for Duncan! Maybe one of his old enemies gets ahold of his SO and uses her to lure him into a trap and all the angst but with a happy ending! I love your writing so much!! 💕💕💕

Departure ❤️‍🔥How bout some age gap angsty smutty fic w\Duncan Vizla? Like grey hair and wrinkles and stuff, cause kinks are kinks, you know🔥🔥🔥

First Timers ❤️‍🔥 May I request some Duncan smut, like first meeting him\first date stuff... like why wait for 2nd date when you're all head over heels :3

The Right Way To Wake Up ❤️‍🔥 How about some middle of the night/early morning wake up sex w/Mr Duncan Vizla💦💦

Road Trip ❤️‍🔥what about some road/car sex with Duncan?

Foreplay ❤️‍🔥May I request some NSFW Duncan headcanons like putting a condom on/undressing/arousing words, etc., stuff like that!

Mustache Ride I feel like Duncan's mustache gently massaging skin\clit while giving oral must be headcanon😍😍

Girl 🌺 What Would Duncan Vizla Think of having a chubby girlfriend?

Hand+Job ❤️‍🔥May I ask for Duncan receiving handjob or smth without penetration😍😍

Kisses Of Jealously ❤️‍🔥Thank you for all the Duncan fics, they are perfect😍 Let me request some steamy period smut with Duncan

Bathtub Mishaps ❤️‍🔥May I request some bathroom/bathtub Duncan Vizla smut? It should we very wet out there if you know what i mean💦💦

Leading Praise❤️‍🔥

Sinful Words What would you say about Duncan being daddy he is and talking dirty with his lover😈😈

Duncan Going To Town❤️‍🔥

NSFW Alphabet (VER 1)❤️‍🔥

NSFW Alphabet (VER2)❤️‍🔥

First Time Having Sex❤️‍🔥

Nightly Adventures ❤️‍🔥Lemme ask for some Duncan Vizla smut, daddy kink, dirty talk and pure filth? I feel like the character is underrated and has lots of potential!

Little Miss ❤️‍🔥

Fitting Punishment ❤️‍🔥

Comparisons ❤️‍🔥

Chubby!SO 🌺What Would Duncan Vizla Think of having a chubby girlfriend?

DRABBLES FROM MY🧠

Hands To Kiss🌺

Mother, Meet Duncan Vizla 🌺your mom meets your boyfriend

Jealousy Makes Him Silent 🌺

Duncan Saving You🌺

Duncan Learning Your Native Language🌺

Mornings With Duncan Vizla🌺

Making Out ❤️‍🔥

Dating Duncan Vizla🌺

First BJ❤️‍🔥

Tease ❤️‍🔥

Over The Edge ❤️‍🔥

Breathe 🌺Song fic- Breathe by Mako

DIFFERENT AUs

Professor Vizla (Professor!AU)❤️‍🔥Could you write a professor Duncan Vizla x reader smut... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And there is an age gap between them... Something like that... 🙈🙈🙈

Sins Of Ours (Priest!AU)❤️‍🔥 For Anon who requested it: I hope you like it, I have seen the trailer you suggested but I just changed the name because I’m a lazy bitch and haven’t found the name of the character Mads played so I changed it to Duncan. I hope that’s okay. 

SHORT IMAGINE

Duncan Seeing You After A Long Time🌩️

Seeing Duncan’s Old Videos Of Him🌺

Waking Up Next To Duncan Vizla🌺

Duncan Coming To Your Home Needing Help🌺

#duncan imagine #duncan x reader #duncan vizla imagine #duncan vizla x reader #polar x reader #polar imagine #polar movie #netflix x reader #netflix imagine #mads mikkelsen #mads polar #duncan vizla

[fandomnerd9602]

Chrissy Cunningham x Male Reader?

Crissy cheers on the football game while Y/N cheers for her from the sideline...

After the game...

Chrissy: is it safe to say that i have a cheerleader of my own?

Y/N: with how amazing you are, its hard not to cheer for you.

Chrissy gives Y/N a kiss on the cheek...

Chrissy: what do you say to renting Back to the Future and having a cuddle session on the couch?

Y/N: I'll buy us some popcorn!

Chrissy jumps on Y/N's back as the two walk off the field and towards their local Blockbuster...

#stranger things chrissy #chrissy cunningham #grace van dien #chrissy x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things incorrect quotes #stranger things fluff #jacelion #netflix #netflix imagine

[ahockeywrites]

Not Worth Waiting

Paring: Anthony bridgerton x fem!farmer’s daughter!reader

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Warnings: typical period sexism and misogyny Word Count: 991

Synopsis: Miss Y/N Beresford is new to the city and unsure of the ways to act around other families. Her journey takes her from the farmlands of Lincolnshire, to the Royal Palace, to a church where she is to be wed, in a short season.

In this edition, Miss Beresford is greeted by a larger than expected number of potential suitors and one suitor seems to be unlike the others.

The line of potential suitors waiting to meet you and offer their hand in marriage to you almost reached the main doors to the house owned by your aunt and uncle. It was the fourth day in succession that this had occurred. Your mother was chaperoning you for every visit and to each suitor it seemed as if she was concentrating profusely on her needlework but you could tell that she was listening to every word that came out of each man’s mouth.

The Viscount Bridgerton thought he would be able to waltz his way past all the other suitors, however that was not the case. He could spot the Marquess Brackley along with Lord Whestly but the line curved around so the front could not be seen. He knew that arriving on the first day you were meeting suitors would not have been a smart idea, however he had expected the lines to have subsided by the fourth.

Anthony noticed Lady Fuller holding multiple trays of tea, sandwiches and sweet treats and had an idea of how to see you. “Lady Fuller,” he exclaimed, “your hands do seem to be full. May I help you by carrying a tray?”

“Oh Viscount Bridgerton,” she replied, “you are too kind.” Lady Fuller offered Anthony the tray containing a freshly brewed pot of tea, sugar, and milk. “You ought to know that Lady Beresford will take kindly on a man assisting a lady in this manner.” Lady Fuller added, simply to add fuel to a fire.

Oh how he wanted to sigh, but standing next to him was a respectable lady from a respectable family, so all he could do was thank her. If it was his own mother, he would simply have told her his intention for marriage once more. Not love. But then, he was taking his mothers advice to call on Miss Beresford, so who was he to judge.

Anthony passed the other suitors with a small smile on his face, thinking about how many of these men would try and ask for your hand and fail. Spending time with you would be essential if he was to keep his mama happy, but only as friends.

The Viscount stood to the side before opening the door to the drawing room, allowing Lady Fuller to enter.

“Oh Lady Beresford,” Lady Fuller began, “Viscount Bridgerton was so kind indeed to offer to carry some of the refreshments for all of our guests this fine afternoon.” Lady Fuller gestured for Anthony to place the tray down on the table containing half completed needlework and a pack of cards.

“Lady Fuller,” Anthony spoke, “it was my pleasure to assist you in providing refreshments in your beautiful home. I am sure my brother, Benedict, would love to discuss some of the paintings in the house with Lord Fuller.”

“Thank you also,” Lady Beresford replied, “I was beginning to feel a little parched but it is nothing a cup of tea cannot help.”

“You are most welcome,” Anthony said before looking around the drawing room, noticing that the walls were painted in a light blue colour with a world map on one. “Ah, a map. I could attempt to point out every place my brother, Colin, has been to. However, I feel I would miss out more that one country,” he laughed.

You heard a laugh reverberate around the drawing room, pulling you away from your conversation with Lord Davies. To your right stood a tall man, talking to your mama and aunt. He was completely unknown to you but also presented an aura that was completely familiar.

“As I was saying Miss Beresford,” Lord Davies continued. You really tried to pay attention to him, you did, however a discussion about the correct type of wood to use on a dining table versus a coffee table really was beyond you.

“Thank you Lord Davies,” if this was your only attempt to move onto the next potential suitor, you knew you had to take it. “This conversation about different types of wood has been delightful, however I feel I will not be able to speak to any more guests if we continue to discuss in this manner.”

“Yes of course Miss Beresford,” Lord Davies had taken up almost 30 minutes of your time and it was nearing midday. You could feel your stomach about to grumble, which you knew was not ladylike at all. Your mother thanked him as he walked out of the drawing room, accepting a gift as she did so and turned to face you.

“Y/N, darling,” your mother spoke with love, “come and retreat for a moment at least. And meet Viscount Bridgerton. He was so kind to assist Lady Fuller with additional refreshments.”

With a small curtsey and bow of your head, you wordlessly greeted the Viscount.

“Miss Beresford,” Anthony seemed startled when you looked back up and was able to take in your sheer beauty. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Viscount,” you replied. It did not matter if you wished to marry a viscount or not, it was essential that you put on a good show for every possible suitor, even though this one did not wait.

“Y/N, dear,” your mother knew exactly what she was doing, “I hear Lord Ferilton is next in the queue and he is a perfectly suitable man for you. Viscount Bridgerton, thank you for your assistance with refreshments. I look forward to seeing you at the ball next week.”

“I also look forward to seeing you once again,” Anthony spoke truthfully. “Maybe Miss Beresford will save me a space on her dance card?” It may have been a silly request, knowing it was likely that your card for the first five balls may have already been full, however he knew it could not harm anyone in asking.

“For you Lord Bridgerton, I imagine I can save one spot.”

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Meeting the second eldest Bridgerton Son. And instantly LOATHING HIM! Him likewise until he realizes he’s Loathing is actually Love

Author note: i just finished reading Bridgerton book 3 “An gentlemens offer” and i couldn’t help myself from writing a imagine. Like Many of my pieces of work i didn’t proof read. Sorry. / not sorry lol Enjoy!

Warnings: None

Characters: the bridgertons, Y/N

Your father was once convinced he was the luckiest man alive, when he was a boy, and a young man he Didn’t care what sort of child had, he didn’t care about their personality, all he cared about was A Son. So his tile would go to a son keeping the tile in the family. And he’s Wife (whom he wasn’t in love with. She was a Nice women, Smart enough. The only thing he didn’t like about her was that she was a inch taller. But he soon forgot about that. And insited No heels! Due too the fact her mother birthed 9 sons and one daughter he liked those odd) and as if he willed it, he got he’s wish Not only 1 Son but 3.

All Now young man he was content and happy. Even when he’s wife died he iddn’t give it much thought. They both came too a understanding long ago. They weren’t in love. They were in this as a business. She got a title, unlimited funds, and whatever she wanted and he declared he only wanted a Son.

After he’s wife died. Is when everyone in London started calling him the “Most unlucky Earl in the country”

he’s three Sons went traveling before they got married and settled, he’s oldest was promised too a. Well respectful wealthy family and when he returned they would get engaged. leaving the preparations too the. bride. But the ship they were on, heading back from Greece. A horrible storm approached and the ship somehow went under. Leaving the Once Earl of three Sons. Childless.

the Earl’s Second wife since he realized he needed too be hasty in Getting a new hire too his Title, wasn’t picky picking a second wife he was Old. And again. It wasn’t a love match but the Earl assured the new bride that he would be Died in less then ten years and she would live without him and do whatever she wished. The new bride agreed.

Now the odds of having a Son first try was. 50/50 every knew that. No amount of home remedies or praying would change that. It was 50/50 and when they had their first daughter. The Earl was heartbroken.

it was looking at your face that he realized what he lost.. three healthy, happy young men and he realized no child could Ever replace his Sons. He figured he would get over this heavy guilt when a Son would appear the next time. But at that moment your mother. Passed. And the Earl declared heartbroken that he’s young bride he was so similar too him and he felt he could of loved her. Unlike he’s first wife. That he decided too Stop. It was a Sign, he wasn’t meant too Keep the title in the family. And he looked at his new daughter knowing.. he resented the fact this perfect babe wasn’t a boy. So he passed her off too a nurse and named her. And said he was going for a drink.

within three years he lost two wives, and three Sons and was a father of a daughter. He wasn’t a cruel man. But he left you far too much with tutors, and the staff for the first few years he was around and he tried too love you like he loved his sons but he was resentful and he decided before he hurt you. He would Leave for his country estate leaving you too his trusted friend Lady Dunbury. Who called him a wicked man. But your father didn’t care. He would visit with you three times a year, at Christmas, your birthday and the day he’s Sons passed. Guilt was a weapon. Those you didn’t realize it was how you got whatever you wanted. You just thought your father was generous and was just happy too see you happy.

you never asked for anything too extreme, you had no point too, but then it was time for you too come out too society and you realized.. you weren’t ready. So you convinced your father another year. Give you one more year then you would go out.Then the next year came and you wanted too go too a summer program in France too learn too water color. He agreed. The third season he came too the house with Lady Dunbury and declared you would Maryr this season and you were Not too refuse any offer. That Love was a silly notion. Lady Dunbury would be a advisor and help you find the perfect match too a wealthy man. And that there was No getting out of it.

the moment he put his foot down he saw your mothers eyes and he remembered his greed too get a son.. destroyed her young life and he said he would get you into a London art school for the season. Which made you smile. He would still force you too marry whoever offers first but you would deserved a bit more of freedom before you would probably be like his late wife. Used just for a hire and then forgotten and betrayed on.

he went back too the country and Lady Dunbury spent time with you. You werne’t out in society you were a kept young women. Not by design but your father didn’t stick around too introduce you too anyone and you were allowed to Shop you didn’t have a limi you could buy anything you wanted. But you were always with a memeber of staff and people weren’t talkative even when you went too the park. Or did anything people tend too leave you be. You were “plain” looking apparently. Those you never truly cared. You had the staff as your friends. And at times they were more family then your father. Who now older realized he didn’t really want you. Having too accept the first offer made it clear.

the first ball you attended due too knowing No one. You stayed beside Lady Dunbury who wished her Dear Simon wasn’t married. But she approved and was happy with the match he made. It would of been so much easier too assure a good match if he was still available. But at last he wasn’t and he was expecting a second child. The Bridgerton crossed her mind a well respected family, wealthy. They would be a fine match. But with every Mama eyes on a Bridgerton and your Lack of bravery Lady Dunbury realized you weren’t going too attract a Bridgerton.

but she still introduced you too them. First Colin who was charming and you realized he’s popularity everyone was glancing at him. Especially a girl in a yellow dress not far off. Then Anthony who again if wasn’t married Lady Dunbury realized he would be the Bridgerton for you. Then it came too the second oldest Bridgerton you knew them from them Miss Whistdown papers. Benedict Bridgerton was the tallest of them. Charming and equally pleasant as his other brother Colin. But once meeting you. He seemed rather bored.

it was then that both he’s mother and your chaperone declared you danced with both Colin and Benedict. Colin was funny and you talked while you danced. About Something that passed by. It was Rather enjoyable but the more you talked too Colin you realized he would be a great match for someone but he wasn’t your match but still pleasant.

You Loathed your dance with Benedict he was stiff and not talking and he looked like he was losing all his blood just dancing with you . He loathed this. He didn’t want too dance with oyu. And it was clear. With how he’s face looked you stepped on his first by accident just because he was making you feel incredibly insulted he was treating you like you were infected and he was being held at gunpoint. So when the song ended you didn’t stick around too bow. Or too clap at the band. You walked off. As you walked back too Lady Dunbury saying if that was best of society. The Society was clearly lacking.

you weren’t expecting too Read your words in Whistle down the next morning, thankfully she agreed that Benedict was acting like he was looking like touching the young Miss was physically painful too him. You didn’t give much thought too Benedict after that. You had your first day of classes. Of course it was a “male only “ school So you were instructed too dress like a man, the teachers knew you were infact a lady but were too treat you like a male and you were too Never to be alone with any student or staff. The staff spent most of the morning bandaging you up. Too press your chest to you. Too try too cover your breasts and you were giving A hat too stuff your hair in, and you were giving a dirty face so no one would look close too you. Especially since if the students knew you were there they wouldn’t pay attention. You didn’t mind. You were there too educate yourself.

School was heavenly until Benedict Bridgerton appeared. He was far too full of himself too notice you. And you were thankful he didn’t care.

for weeks you would go too every party and talk too any man. Those Lady Dunbury pushed the conversations after a young man talked to you however they were curious. And your lesions went form every day too 4 times a week. Due too being far too busy with visits and matches. None were a Bridgerton thankfully.

Benedict was frustrated to No end that a New Dirty faced. Boy in his classes were Far more talented in his classes. He looked at him for a good chunk of his last class. It was the most he ever stared at a man and he realized the boy was probably sixteen. He couldn’t even grow facial hair yet. Which only drove him into a worst mood he was being outshined by a boy.

Who never stuck around too chat with the students he was a mysterious chap he would come for class and right after disappear. And never came for Live models sessions. Which made every joke he was probably too scared too see a naked women. He wasn’t practically popular in class. He gave insit and it was clear too everyone he’s voice hasn’t dropped and he was covering his voice. Trying too sound like it had. They were insightful and when it came too judging he’s art today.he called it ‘Fine.” Fine! Benedict spent hours working on that piece of art that was just ‘Fine” it was then the teacher agreed he’s done better. And with that he’s mood was awful has been for hours. So when he noticed the young charge in Lady Danbury care who was blissfully happy. She annoyed him also. The lecture he received from he’s mother when her words came out too Miss Whistledown, it humiliated Him more then his own mother but. Y/n came too the house and Apologized for your words too he’s mother. Not caring enough oo give Him a proper Apology. Which only drove him mad anytime you appeared in line of sight.

Especially seeing Sir Philip Cevesure Getting close too you, as you talked about something. It made you smile. Which only drove him into more into a bitter mood.

“what is your problem?”

Benedict didn’t bother looking he knew that voice it was he’s sister Eloise. She hated parties and balls. But she was forced she was on the market. “Nothing.’ He said bitterly but she realized he was looking at you. And you. Colin was now talking too you as he offered a dance. Over the weeks more and more men realized what Benedict realized the first moment he saw you. That you were breathtakingly beautiful. It was why he was so annoyed the first time seeing you, he wasnt’ looking too get married this season but you appeared and he realized he’s plans were ruined.. then that blasted paper appeared and he realized he made a complete ass of himself but he refused too apologize especially after you came too the house and asked for forgive too his mother.. just his mother. After that. Everything you did urked him. He realized that you were the last person too ever become a bridgerton by marriage. Not by him and he had too keep reminding his brother Colin that he could do far better then her. Which Colin didn’t listen.

“She’s studied in Paris you know.. water Color’s, I’ve seen her work she is breathtakingly effortlessly perfect in water Color’s. She said she was expanding her skills too Charcoal.”

Eloisa said casually trying too show her brother what every other Bridgerton realized. He enchanted by her. And was fighting it. It was why Colin was dancing with her whenever he could. Just too annoy his brother enough too make him realize she was perfect for him. But Benedict was stubborn and after hearing she was a artist. Only drove him more annoyed and he excused himself and went home.

The next day you were in class. Working on a piece you were exhausted. And the art wasn’t-coming easily. You couldn’t figure out what too start with first. It was then that your teacher suggested a walk around the room. Everyone realized he treated you differently then the other. And your father realized both art classes and securing a match was a Horrible idea and t his was your last day. At first you thought you would be upset about it. That you would protest and complain that you loved the art more. But truefully the more you were here. And being called a. “Young expert’ or worst. “A artiest too look out for in a museum you realized. Yes it was technology possible that you could. One day do it. Under your Brothers Name..well his first name. Your last name in class was “Beckett” it was Miss Becketts name you took. She was a maid in your house who didn’t mind you taking it. So you could do this. But your name? Unthinkable. The moment they realized you were a women they would Never look at your art again. And Honestly- you were running on fumes. Between parties. And dances, meeting with expected suitors. Your once full week , turned 4 days a week turned 2 days a week. The seasons was almost over but you were thankful too be leaving.

Benedict sour behaviour in everything alos helped make you listen too your father, he was polite, charming and purely a decent almost unimaginable perfect man.. too Everyone but her.. Even pretending too be a man he hated you.. at first you thought you would see his true Colours if you were a man. Thinking it was just a one off that he was a sour puss. But - then he hated you. And you realized. Something about you ticked him off. Whatever that was you had No idea. It didn’t help that Miss Whistledown mentioned it multiple times thru out the season the strange friction between te town. No one ever seen Benedict un gentlemen like but you- you both have had a few spats at parties.whenever you were forced too talk. It amazed and fascinated the writer.

but that was all in the past. After today the building tension would die down. Your bitterness towards him would go too a lull because you wouldn’t be spending Hours on end with him anymore. You would focus on a match, Anyone but a Bridgerton.. was your vow.

“Beckett. Take a walk around the room too be inspired.”

You got up for that shuffling too your feet as you took a turn looking at everyones’ painting it was suppose too be a dream. Whatever you dreamt last night.. a lot of naked bodies. Then you arrived to Benedict expecting too see the same.

to be stunned too see the lilac dress you wore. Last night at the Featherinton ball. The curls of your hair. The same color. It made you stop in your track why on earth would your mortal enemy dream of you?

“ What Beckett?”

Benedict groaned as you blinked stunned as you spoke, “ugh.. nothing just- surprised.”

“what is so surprising?’ He looked at you giving you a side eye. He expected a smart reply a comment that would send him to want too hit you. But you spoke, “Who is she?”

that wasn’t what he expected as he spoke, “the most frustrating women in the world.”

you were surprised he answered. It was the most he has talked too you all season. You looked at yourself. The way he saw you.. Not one thing was different. Well.. Not entirely he's detail on your dress. Was slightly different. He decided not too show your gloves.. you were bare handed in his painting. Something you NEVER did. You kept your gloves on. Always. It would be a scandal too not have your gloves on.

“why you think she annoys you so much?’

“God I’ve been asking myself that since i first met her.”

hearing a knock everyone turned too see the door seeing your father. You stepped away from Bridgerton as the Earl walked in. Holding his cane as he spoke “Alright.. pack your things..” You nodded your head fast walking over packing up as the teacher spoke, “I hope my debt is paid.”

“Yes man.. how did it go?”

“annoyingly well… you will Not return!”

Benedict was stunned hearing that. Beckett was his star purplish what the hell did he do too cause such hate now? He nodded his head getting a clean cloth too whip their face. As Benedict was horrified. Seeing what he did. He recognized that cheek.. that clean cheek.. it was- it couldn’t be. You turned before ou could confirm what he thought. You collected your art supplies as you spoke, “Sir- I would not expect too return.”

no more horse like voice it was feminine and determined as she pulled her cap off letting her Y/H/C fall out tangled as Benedict dropped his paintbrush seeing you. You turned too Bridgerton as you Curtisy at him “Lord Bridgerton.” Benedict was speechless as you walked off.

Everyone was speechless as the teacher tired too get everyone back on track but Benedict Ran off too Chase after you but you were gone.

the next day he went too visit you. Wanting a experlation for everything but too his surprise he wasn’t the only one coming for a visit you had seven other men there wanting a private audience with you. It was Only then that he realized he screwed up. Seeing you now in the drawing room seeing how brilliant and kind yo are. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear whenever you heard something interested. And how you took a sip whenever you had too take a second to change the subject from lOve too anything. One topic was dogs.. which once hearing the. Man wasn’t a dog person you gave up ohh im and went too the new man next too him. When it was finally his time too get too talk she spoke, “lord bridgerton why you here?”

she didn’t even hide behind flattery or politeness, straight too the point. “I want you.”

Benedict said as her eyes grew large, “i beg your Pardon!” He realized his mistake rubbing his face as a few of the men chuckled as he spoke, “too forgive my earlier behaviour.. this entire season.. i was a Ass i am forever sorry.”

“why should I? You have been a bear towards me since I first met you. And Now Now you change your mind why?”

“I wasn’t expecting you- when you first arrived.It thru me off guard.’

“A Strange caused that much hatred.”

“I never hated you.”

you rolled your eyes at that as you quickly said “you could fool me.”

It was with that that Lady Dunbury decided too end the visits. As they got up and you thanked each man p again for the the perfumes, the chocolates, the flowers. When it came too Benedict you asked if he gave her anything as he said no as she said perfect and bowed and walked out. The men chuckled walking out as Benedict just stared at the door you left in.

“problems Lord Bridgerton?”

“I love her.”

She chuckled patting he’s back, “its about time you realized that, unfortunately for you. She doesn’t feel like that. She will need changing of mind. But I would hurry.”

Benedict looked at the old women asking why as she spoke, “Miss Y/n” cannot refuse the first offer that is giving too her.. those if you did it. In the state things are in. She might just kill you. And i have under confirm insight that Lord Philip is going too ask.. so i fi were you. I would hurry.”

“thank you Lady Dunbury.”

you knew a posposal was coming you could feel it on your fingertips and it would be Philip he was the only one who interested from the beginning. He was decent- slightly boring.. no passion for art, poetry, well that wasn’t true he was a facinating with slugs.. why? You had No idea. But he was passionate about that. You tried too picture being his wife. He was kind enough. You coudl do worst. Those you realized it wouldn’t be a love match .you didn’t love him. And he only liked you due to your Beauty which will fade and what would you have in common? Nothing!

ti was a a ball that you saw Benedic again. He was scanning the room searching for something when he caught eyes on you he instantly started walking towards you. You also noticed Philip was heading towards you and you had No interest in going towards him just incase he was going too ask for your hand. So you let fate decided which one would get you too first. A man who drove you crazy or the man who could easily make you fall asleep with just by talking.

Benedict won, he bowed as he offered his hand, “Dance with me Please..” he’s pleases sounded so desperate and even those you vowed too never dance with im again. You accepted. Before Lady Dunbury could hit you with her cane. The Walts you weren't a expert at dancing. However you were well enough. When it ended you clapped too the band this time as Benedict stayed still as he spoke, “I ahve something for you.. as a way too apologize.” You were stunned as he pulled out a small book from his chest pocket. He offered it and you were almost declined not too accept it but you did.

you should of moved from the dance floor but you stayed as Benedict grabbed your hand as you both started again as you asked, “what is it?”

“my poetry i wrote. About you.”

“you joke.” You aasked stunned as you opened the book mid dance as he chuckled stopping as you looked seeing it was filled from the first page too the last as he spoke, ‘with a full doodles.. i thought about when I thought about you.. not all are - well. Respectful but i figured since you were a artist yo would enjoy it.”

it was the first time he ever called you what you wished. A Artist. You looked up at him speechless as you shook your head, “you- your bold too assume i wouldn’t be insulted.”

he grinned as he spoke, “I figured you would like the images. You can even correct me. And mock my skills. I know you love doing that.”

he grab your shoulders softly pushing both you and him off the dance floor so you wouldn’t get hurt.

“but- why?’

looking up at him you spoke, “you hate me.”

“you drive me incredibly insane. Too my Witt’s end. You do everything I do and your better at it.”

‘I don't write poetry.” You added quickly, “or dance as well as you do.”

“trivial.. please.. give me a chance too redeem myself and too marry you.”

Benedict knew exactly what he was doing. With a promise of proposing too you , your father would allow you more time. Too turn down Philip and too one day accept him. Because he was a Bridgerton and any father would rather have a daughter marry a Bridgerton then just a random lord.”

“you are Madd.”

“i will ask you too marry me when you want me.. when you want me, when you love me even a fraction of how much I love you. “

“I could very well Never Love you.. your cockiness is misplaced.”

he grinned weakly as he spoke, “Or I know that we are destined too be, and you are the soul I’ve been searching for since birth.”

“or I will be your greatest heartbreak.”

He chuckled nodding his head, “or that.”

you bowed quickly walking off. As he followed you like a lost pup. He followed you too. A bench as he sat down as you looked at him. Half expected a respectful gentlemen would of allowed you too make a dramatic exit.. but Not Benedict. You rolled your eyes as he just smiled as you opened the small leather bond book and started reading. You expected it would be full of talking about how your beauty was un like any others. And there was Only One about your beauty. The rest was like a journal of too his heart about how at first he loathed you and how you haunted his dreams and heart. One about how you tap your thumb over your others when you were bored or impatient. When it got too the poems about what he dreamt about what he wanted too do to you with imagines too help iwth the poem you instantly closed it. You were Not reading that! In a packed room. You were already being rude reading but when you turned too Benedict who was already smiling seeing your reactions realizing you got too that part. “Your a fast reader i will have too add that too my new booklet.” He pulled out a second one as you spoke, “your poems.. you didn’t write about my beauty much.”

hes brow lifted looking at you, “I figured you wouldn’t care about that”

You shook your head “No- it’s- it’s they’re lovely Benedict - Mr. Bridgerton.” The mistake was made and he never realized how hearing his name uttered from your lips would make him want too lose all control and have you on the table next too you . He smiled brightly as he spoke “I like you calling me by my name.”

“I slipped up.”

“did my poems make you see me in a different light?”

You smiled weakly shaking your head. You would Not give him the satisfaction of giving him hope. Espically since he spent weeks tormenting your dreams and annoying you. “I’m not finished yet..”

he smiled at that as he spoke, “well don't mind me. Im enjoying watching you read.”

“It’s rude too read at a ball.”

“I dont mind.”

you rolled your eyes as you spoke, “your impossible.”

“I know- you will learn too love that about me.”

You laughed at that as you looked at him, “your delusional!”

“What can i say. I’m crazy for you.”

it wasn’t Long after that you retired for the night. You expected Philip in the morning but Whistledown must of overheard your conversation with Benedict and it was the entire column. She was stunned too see the scene unfold nad she basically put Philip down gracefully for you.

Philip didn’t show up. But Benedict did. You were re reading his poems for a fifth time. You were touched, and it was horrible. He’s words were making you rethink your decision about him. Maybe he wasn’t a Ass.

this time Benedict didn’t arrive Empty handed he came with flowers, and a painting. You recorginzed it- he painted it at school it was a scenery of the ocean. It was the Only painting he did that you couldn’t find fault in.You we’re speechless as he sat down just staring a casual conversation with you. Which was hard, you were far too swept up with his soul.. h’s writing and painting.. that was Far more meaningful gifts then the flowers you received or the perfumes. He looked at you curiously as you spoke, “you- ugh..” you hit his shoulder as he chuckled stunned as you stood up getting away from him, “you can’t just- confuse me.”

‘I’m not confusing you.” He added quickly as you spoke, “you are with your gifts.. they are far more personal- espically that poem!”

the poem wher he wished too worships every inch of your body from your lips too your neither regions too the curve of your back. Too your shoulder blades. It was very detailed. And the longest poem which read more as a wish. Then a poem. Especially with the diagrams. He doodled.

‘you- those poems.- your debility trying too confuse me.”

‘I’m trying too show you how much i love you. Ow i fought with myself before i accepted. the truth.”

“Well- its confusing! You loathed me all season and you HATED Beckett”

Lady Dunbury was in the room letting you spat with him. She rather enjoyed it.

“You far superior artist then me. I was jealous that you! A pip seak boy.. because assumed you were at most 16. Were excelling at everything. And it drove me insane.”

you looked at him unconvinced but you felt your heart beating fast. As you spoke, “you- i still dont love you.”

“I got all the time in the world.”

It was at a ball at a bridgerton ball that you were wearing a pail yellow dress as you were talking too Penelope Featherinton and Eloise Bridgerton when Benedict commented ow beauitful all of you looked as you looked at him, “what shall i do for you Benedict?”

you didn’t even cover your mistake as he smiled brightly, “well you know what I want.”

you rolled your eyes fighting the smile on your face, “ A dance?” You added quickly as he grinned, “too start.” You smiled as he lifted his hand as you reached up grabbing it as he lead you too the dance floor as you looked at him. It’s been weeks weeks of seeing him almost every day and whne he didn’t show up you missed him as you spoke. “Childern?”

he looked at you as he spoke “excuse me?’

‘I assume you want children all boys? Im also assuming.”

“Actually i wouldn’t mind all girls. With my luck the boys would be too much like me and i know i almost sent my mother too a early grave with my antics.” That wasn’t the answer you were expecting as you spoke, “My father- all he ever wanted were sons.. he got three but they- they died.. would you want a big family?”

“as many as we are blessed with. I would want them too be close with my siblings children. “

“A already a small army” he chuckled at your joke as he spoke, “we need new blood in the army if we are too take over London.”That made you laugh as he smiled as you held his hand tighter as you spoke, “do you truly love me.. or is it lust?”

that made him stop in his tracts as he spoke, “It’s love i know the difference. I never felt liek this with another. If you wish too marry me and neve have me touch you. I can accept that.’

That made a few dancers pause hearing that. Statement. It even stunned you espically since reading his Poem of lust for you. You never expected that from him.

“you would marry me and NEver touch me?”

“if you wish it. If you wished me too sleep in the mud every night i would do it.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you spoke, “your ridiculous- you would ruin far too many cloths and probably die early.”

“Well then you would have the title and you could work on a new mater piece in peace.” That made your jaw drop. You never expected he would allow you too continue too paint- espically since you were better then him. ‘

“You would allow me too keep painting?”

“why the bloody hell wouldn’t I? Your gift shouldn’t be locked up.”

It was at that moment you realized.. you were a second from telling him too ask you too marry him. But that made you scared. Realizing you were in love.. it was something you never expected too have. And your father has always told you. Since you were little that you would Never love. That love was a allusion too make the poor feel special.

but there you stood.. looking at Benedict completely in love with him. “Oh.”

“Oh?” He asked curiously as you spoke, “Oh…” you excused yourself dashing off as he followed you.

Getting too the teariest. You grabbed the railing breathing deeply gripping onto it as he spoke “what’s the matter?”

“Oh…” you turned seeing him as he spoke, “stop saying “Oh’ what did i say?’

“You will never let this down..”

“what?” He asked curiously as you looked up at him. “You were right. And as glade i am that you were.. it still irks me that you were right.” He smiled brightly as he spoke, ‘Oh and what am i right about.”

you sighed heavily rolling your eyes, “I lov-“

You didn’t even get it fully out of your mouth before he was on his knee holding a jewelry box. As you stopped talking a he spoke, “I’ve been carrying this since I declared m love.. abotu damn time Y/N. you caught up.”

“oyu cocky bastard.” You said quickly as he grinned hearing you cuss at him as he spoke, “i know. I knew i was right. And im rarely wrong.. Y/N. marry me.”

You smiled brightly saying yes as he smiled reaching up cupping your face as he kissed you.

“about Damn time”

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Napping and Cooking

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Straw hat!reader

Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Straw hat!reader, Monkey D. Luffy, Roronora Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Arlong

Warnings: Fluff, fighting, the asshole Arlong, Sanji being subtlety flustered, you take lots of naps, Sanji being adorable as hell, everyone worrying over you, protect Nami plan is a go, Sanji being like a boyfriend but nothing's official

Word Count: 1,849

A/N: Reader sleeps a lot because her abilities take up a lot of her energy.

Reader also had a lot of hair and it sometimes gets in their face so she has to flip their head upside down and then back up or run their hand through their hair to see.

Reader has a jacket like Mihawk but it goes down to her knees otherwise she'll trip

This man... is something else

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You enter the restaurant and slip past the host in search of your crew. You can hear Luffy and know exactly where they are. You stand in front of the table, "you guys ditched me."

"You were still sleeping," says Luffy.

"You didn't wake me up," you tell them with a pout.

"We tried to," Nami tells you.

"You’re the one that wouldn’t wake up," Zoro adds, glancing at you; wondering if you’ll even make it through the meal.

-

Sanji glances your way and notices your figure standing in front of an unattended table.

He admires your jacket as he heads over.

-

"Fine, you tried. Now move over, stretchy." You try to move him only to fail, which your captain laughs at. You roll your eyes and walk over him, Usopp being kind enough to scooch over, so you have room.

You sit at the top of the booth. You didn't realize it, but you zoned out until Nami smacked your leg. Your jaw drops as you rub the spot. "Ow. Was that necessary?"

She gestures to the blond standing in front of the table.

"And for the madam?"

"What are we doing?"

Nami and Zoro roll their eyes.

"We're ordering our drinks," Usopp tells you.

"Ah, right. Water."

"And would the madam like stilled, sparkling, mineral? With ice or without? Cubed or crushed?"

The corner of your lip twitches. "Well, aren’t we sweet? You want to please all the ladies you, see?"

His head drops, he glances at the ground before looking back up, staring at you through his lashes and hair. "Only the ones who entice me with their beauty."

"I'll let you surprise me."

"Excellent choice, madam. You will not be let down."

"I know I won't."

"What was that?" Zoro asks.

"What?" You turn to him.

He starts rattling off everything Sanji said.

"He was being polite."

"To you," the orange haired girl mutters.

"Huh?"

"He only called me madam once and then you stole his attention. Clearly there was something about you that caught his eye."

"I don’t think so."

Every single kind of water he offered was brought to the table.

-

After Zoro loses the battle and the head chef along with the blond come in to help him, you two start talking each time he's here.

"I smell food," you lean against the doorway.

He chuckles, "I would certainly hope so. You're the only one who hasn't eaten. Are you worried that worried about your friend?"

"Of course, I'm worried about the idiot but not enough to lose too much sleep over him. My abilities take up a lot of my energy and sleeping helps me. I was napping."

He nods, "ah, now that makes sense." He glances up from the ingredients he grabbed. "Would you like to eat something?"

You nod, "I would, kind of why I came down here."

"I know. How do you feel about exposing your palate to an array of flavors?"

"I think I made a mistake."

He shakes his head, smiling. "Nonsense. I'm going to make you an unforgettable meal."

-

You were up on the roof when Argon and his crew entered.

You secure the rope around your waist before jumping down. "Why are you picking on people less than half your size?"

"Who are you?"

"Someone who's already kicked your bony nosed ass."

He growls, realizing who you are.

"You want to fight someone? Fight me," you smirk. "I'm a better opponent than stretchy." You tug at the rope, rolling it up. "Come on, then. Try to hit me."

He comes at you, and you dodge him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

He growls before his hand clamps down on your jacket (something you made sure happened on purpose).

"Don't touch my jacket."

"Why? You gonna cry if I do."

"No," you grab his hand and twist his wrist, "you might. Clone shift."

He's baffled at the sight of him, standing before him. "Stop it. Turn back."

"Nope."

He and Luffy are outside before you can stop him.

"Hey, you two idiots."

His crew turns to you, eyes widening at the sight of their captain even though he just walked out the door.

You punch the two of them hard enough for them to roll on the dock outside the restaurant.

-

You walk over to check on Sanji and Usopp, the former taking a big hit on his back.

"Are you two-" you groan and hold onto the railing as you shift back to yourself.

Blood catches the story teller's eye. "Did you take some of Zoro's cut?"

All the pain in his body left him as the blond urges forward to catch you.

"So, what? It's nothing. I can take it."

"You overexerted yourself enough already. Come on," Sanji says, helping you up.

"Are we going to help Luffy?"

"We are, you're not."

You let out a small disagreeing noise.

"Don't argue with me."

-

You all catch the sight of the energetic captain falling into the water and rush over.

Sanji's quicker than you and takes action. He throws off his shirt and jacket before diving in.

You force yourself to stay awake and not pass out.

His head pops up back in the surface.

Usopp helps haul the rubber man onto the dock.

You hold a handout for the chef, but he doesn't take it. "Where's Nami?"

"She's gone. She's apart of Arlong's crew," Usopp tells Luffy.

Sanji's body slumps down, his butt resting on the heels of his feet.

Dots cloud your vision and your feet sway, you knew the second you cloned, you were done.

Sanji and Usopp catch you before you could fall.

The blond man leaning down to listen to your heartbeat and make sure you're- "She's still breathing."

"She," Luffy takes a deep breath, his voice coming out scratchy. "She did too much."

"We need to get you two back on your ship."

-

You wake up and find yourself in your room.

You sit up, finding no one else here.

You grab your jacket and make your way to the kitchen.

-

"He convinced you?"

Sanji jumps, not expecting you to be awake. "Are you hungry?"

You nod and slowly make your way over to the couch. "No objections. I'll take whatever the chef makes."

"That can get dangerous if you say that to the wrong person."

"Good thing I'm just talking to you."

The corner of his lips twitch as gets back to work.

"Hey, I just-" Usopp smiles when he sees you here. "You're up. How're feeling?"

"Hungry and tired."

"The usual, cool. I wasn't worried, at all." He stops in front of the chef. "What's new on today's menu?"

"Not for you."

He gasps, "rude. I fought in that battle too, you know."

"You crawled away like a bug being found under a log."

He whines when you out him.

The other two enter the kitchen.

Zoro glances at you, "you're an idiot."

"Way to make a girl feel special asshole."

"You're going to have a scar."

"You're welcome for making sure you don't die because of your own mistake, moron."

He leans against the wall, watching over everyone.

Luffy stretches his arms out to hug you, letting his body slam into you. "You're awake. Are you okay? You passed out. Is that always normal?"

Usopp smacks the captain, "get off her. She just woke up, you're not helping."

"Food is ready."

"Time to eat!"

"No," Sanji smacks Luffy with the dish towel. "The lady gets hers first."

You stick your tongue out at your friend. "I knew I liked you for a reason."

"Other than my good looks."

The green haired man rolls his eyes, "would you stop flirting and feed the idiot before he steals the food."

"Not until the lady gets hers."

"The lady will be fine."

"You call yourself a man. A true man would make sure-"

You flick the two of them on their foreheads. "Shut up."

You give Luffy and Usopp their bowls, "eat you animals."

-

"Oh, we told the town of your sacrifice," you explain to Nami.

"We didn't know. Could you ever forgive us?" The guard asks.

"This is going to be a massacre," the orange haired girl says.

"For them," you crack your knuckles. "I got this."

Usopp thins his lips, "I don't think so. You're just gonna lose consciousness again."

"Why don't I knock you unconscious?"

Sanji steps forward and pulls you off the side. "Excuse her, she was woken up from a nap." He covers your ears. "She's cranky."

You smack his hands off you.

-

You sit on the wall, watching as everyone fights. It was the smart move, save more of your energy.

It was only when they started bad mouthing Nami that you really started getting fired up. "Woah! Hey! Hey!" You grab a rock and throw it at the fishman's head. "Don't bad mouth my friend!"

Sanji removes his jacket without removing his gaze.

"Now you've done it," Zoro mumbles.

You jump down and walk towards the green haired man.

Sanji doesn't stop until the fishman has been taken care of.

Zoro judges the chef, with him calling out his finishing move.

"Ignore him. You did good, Sanji."

He lowers his head, unable to respond to your comment.

Zoro shakes his head, not in the mood to deal with his pining.

Usopp makes his way back to you.

"Nice of you to join us."

The storyteller smiles. "Yeah, just- uh- wish I didn't miss so much of this."

You glance at Zoro and raise a brow, both of you knowing that he doesn't mean it.

The green haired man just gives him a look of disappointment.

Nami runs away from the deteriorating building and glances back over her shoulder. She turns back and runs towards you guys.

Sanji opens his arms with a smile, "Nami!"

She ignores him and throws her arms around the second in command and storyteller.

You offer him a sorry look before turning around at the sound of her calling your name. "Are you okay?" You ask.

Instead of replying she throws her arms around you, holding you tightly. "Thank you."

"Why?"

"You and Luffy gave me something I never thought I could have."

You smile. "Alright kid, get off me." You wipe her under eyes, making sure no one knew how much she was crying. You pat Sanji's shoulder, "she just doesn't know you yet."

"That would make sense."

"Where's Luffy?"

"He's still in there, fighting Arlong."

You huff, "why can't he wait for help?" You groan and start to take a step forward when they stop you.

The chef grabs your wrist and pulls you back. "Nope."

"Are you nuts?" Usopp asks. "I mean seriously. You want to fight that fishman?!"

"I'm not going to let Luffy-" The building collapses. "Great! My oldest friend is-"

"Nami! We are you're friends! We are your crew!"

"Still alive! Yay!" You jump up and down before throwing yourself into the blond's arms.

"Look who finally got their hug."

"Shut up, Nami."

Continue to: Part II

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Freezer Burn

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Tensions are running high which causes a argument between Zuko and yourself. He bruises the confidence you have in your hunting abilities and reaffirms your fear of being a burden. Wanting to prove otherwise, you go out in the cold to hunt. Feeling guilty about how he treated you, he goes out to find you. The two of you find some innovative ways to keep warm.

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Everyone was having a rough day of travel, even Appa was reaching his limit. It was freezing and the optimism of finding a warm place to sleep was fading in everyone. Anng found a small cave that would work for the night. It was on a small mountain and overlooked an even smaller village. Zuko started making a fire while Katara and yourself set up the tents. Yang and Sokka were already asleep, curled into Appa’s thick fur. You were hungry but so was everyone else. 

“Are we going to be able to hunt for food soon? Or get some water?” you asked. 

“We could but I don’t think the cold would allow us to be out there for long. Not to mention there wouldn’t be any animals out, it's just too cold,” she said. 

“Not to mention you’d barely come home with anything in good weather,” Zuko grumbled, poking at the fire. He’d been making cracks at you all day, at first you could ignore him. Excusing his behavior on fatigue and hunger pains, but now you were taking it personally. 

“You’re not a prince among us, so stop acting like it” you say in hopes of lowering his ego.

“I am the best fighter and hunter, the past two battles you’ve only slowed us down. Maybe if we had a successful kill earlier we wouldn’t be hungry now,” he said. 

“Zuko don’t say that!” Katara snapped. 

All day you’d been beating yourself up over that mistake. Deep down you knew the rest of the group was irritated about you costing them the meal earlier. It just reaffirmed your insecurity. Grabbing your bow and arrows, you start putting your clothes back on while preparing for a hunt. 

“We’re all really tired and yes we may be hungry but you’re not the sole reason for that. Zuko is obviously just grumpy, don’t let his outburst get to you,” she says, grabbing your arm. 

Deep down you wanted to listen and calm down, rest for a while. Your pride however wouldn’t allow you to stop yourself. As you left, you could hear Katara yelling at Zuko to apologize. The feeling of dread bubbled in your stomach, you didn’t want to make anyone worry but your ego was clouding your judgment. Everyone in the group had their own ways of helping and at times you did feel like a burden. Extra weight that Appa had to carry on his back. It wasn’t that you were mad about what Zuko said, you were more frustrated that it was true. At this point it felt like you’d been walking for hours. The snow was coming down hard, without any signs of lightning. Not eating and your lack of rest was starting to get to you. Your stomach felt like it was eating away at itself. Eyes burning and muscles starting to stiffen from the cold penetrating your clothes. You tried not to go too far, knowing you couldn’t carry an animal in the cold that far. But you had to get some distance between you and the cave in order to find any wild game. Finally spotting a young Moose Lion, looking lost and confused, you almost hesitated when readying your bow. After successfully hitting the animal, your body floods with adrenaline. This quickly fades as you realize you’ll have to drag the thing home. Seemingly underestimating the size which caused a struggle when walking back. Even though it was freezing, you’d broken into a sweat. Starting to feel lightheaded, you took a moment to catch your breath. 

Katara was pacing at the entrance of the cave, anxious for your arrival. He wouldn’t admit it, but Zuko was feeling his own regret about how he’d spoken to you. He didn’t mean to let his anger get the best of him, it just sort of happened. 

“I think I should go out to look for her, she could be freezing to death,” she said, starting to get dressed.

“You can’t, it’s a full blown blizzard,” Zuko said, standing up. 

“Well we can’t just leave her to die out there!” Katara snaps, upset that he would even suggest stopping her from leaving. 

“I know, but only a fire bender would have the resources to survive such severe weather. I’ll go,” he said, making the fire sustainable for the time he’d be gone for. 

“Just be careful,” Katara said as he walked into the cold.

Once he felt just how bad it was outside, his guilt intensified. It wasn’t true what he said about you being a burden. He was just feeling insecure about his own place in the group. Simply projecting his inner turmoil onto you. Knowing it pushed you this far was getting to him. He took a deep breath and started following the faint track you left. Even though a fresh layer of snow was now covering the foot prints, it was still enough to follow. At times Zuko would use his fire for warmth and light. Getting desperate, he began calling your name out. Fatigue was starting to affect him as well. He finally thought he saw you, laying against the animal. He assumed you were just pulling the arrow out but when he got closer he noticed you were passed out. He immediately started assessing you, looking around knowing he had to find shelter that was closer than the rest of the group. Using his fire, he melts a coating of snow and ice, covering a small cave. The animal luckily kept you warm while he wasn’t there but he was still worried about your fingers. They had practically no color and your lips were tinted blue. Once he got you inside the cave, next to the fire he created, he brought the animal in. Impressed that you shot it right through the chest. Taking off his outer layers and bundling you up in them. He was relieved to see the color coming back to your fingertips and cheeks. Checking every once in a while to make sure you were getting too close and burning yourself. 

The two of you wouldn’t be able to make the trip back any time soon, so Zuko began skinning and sectioning off the meat. Washing his hands with melted snow he was slowly collecting. As he roasted the meat, he couldn’t help but admire your beauty. Your eyelashes were long and the light from the fire was illuminating your face. Sleeping with your lips slightly parted, hair completely unraveled from the tight bun it once was in. After a couple hours, you slowly began to come too. Sitting up rubbing your eyes, Zuko rushes over to you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing the hair out of your face. He grabbed a bowl of water, bringing it to your lips,

“Sit closer to the fire,” he said, helping you sit up fully. Still weak, you were wobbling while you sat criss-crossed. Still shivering a bit because your back was cold, not able to feel the heat from the fire. Zuko notices this and comes to sit behind you, stabilizing and warming you up. He was using a stick to roast the meat he’d prepared from the animal. It smelt really good, and was the only reason you were keeping your eyes open. He brought the stick to your lips but you were too weak to rip a piece off. Trying to bite a small chunk but not having the strength to actually get a bite. He laughs at your attempt and rips a small piece off, bringing it to your mouth. He repeated this a couple times, giving you sips of water in between. Letting you digest, he rests his chin on top of your head and keeps cooking. After eating, you could feel yourself gaining strength and energy. Becoming more aware of your surroundings.

“What happened?” you asked, looking around and noticing it was only you and Zuko. 

“You went out to hunt and passed out. I came looking for you but the storm was too powerful to travel back to camp with you and the kill. So we're camping here for the night,” he explained, adding more wood to the fire. 

That was when you slowly started putting the pieces of your memory back together. You were grateful to be sheltered now, definitely counting your blessings. Noticing that Zuko wasn’t wearing a shirt, you took off what he gave you. He accepted it but didn’t put it on right away, instead just laying it on his neck like a scarf. 

“I’m sorry for egging you on like that, and for not stopping you from leaving,” he said, moving his chin from your head to your collarbone. 

“It was my decision, I knew it wasn’t a good idea. It was my stubbornness that put both of us at risk,” you said. 

“I like that you're stubborn, that you don’t listen to people who underestimate you,” he said.

“I thought you hated me,” you chuckle. 

“I know that’s what I show but it couldn’t be further than the truth,” he spoke softly. 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” you asked, moving your back closer against his chest. 

“As mean as I’ve been, you always are so nice and understanding. Even when I don’t deserve it,” he said. 

“Zuko you always deserve it, you’re easy to love,” you say, turning to face him. 

His face was bright red and for the first time you were seeing his vulnerability. Just slightly, like he didn’t want to give too much away. You move his hair out of the way and look at his scar. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he tilted his head so you could get a full look. Without thinking, you started kissing the skin around his eye. He ended up catching your lips with his. Immediately you move so that you’re straddling his lap. His back was pressed against the wall of the cave, your back was facing the fire. Running your fingers through his hair, admiring how soft the strands were. He moaned into your mouth as you pulled and tugged. Rocking your hips against crotch, your stomach tightening after feeling him get hard. You take in a sharp intake of breath and narrow down, focusing on rubbing against his shaft. Zuko’s hips began to buck involuntarily, which led to his taking his pants off. You follow his lead and do the same, also removing your top. Using his hands to rock your hips against his. Partly because he liked spreading your wetness along himself but also enjoying watching your chest bounce. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, you let out a strangled moan. The pleasure was so intense the rocking of your hips was becoming erratic. Seeing you react so intensely to his touch made him go somewhat feral. 

Flipping you over so your back is against the cold ground. He was feverishly kissing your neck and chest, at times making you giggle. He smiled down at you, taking in how beautiful your eyes were in the soft glow of the fire. Your entire body felt like it was burning down to your core. Pulling your knees to your chest, taking the hint he sat up. He was now towering above you, his member laying on your front. Leaking pre-cum onto your lower stomach. He grabs himself, slapping his dick on your pussy. Enjoying the moans and whines coming from your mouth every time he rubbed his tip against your clit. He enjoyed watching you beneath him, desperate for his touch. A relief only he could provide you. Unable to take any more foreplay, he presses into you. Muttering curses as he is overwhelmed by your heat. How tight you felt around him and your moans matching up with his movement made him feel overstimulated. Like he couldn’t slow his heart rate down. Watching as your tits bounced with every thrust, how braindead you were from pleasure. He presses his hands down on your stomach so he could feel this cock pounding in and out of you. The sudden pressure was enough to send you over the edge. Pulling Zuko down and raking your nails down his back, 

“Fuck!” he said it loud, right in your ear. 

His thrusts were unrelenting as he chased his orgasm. Groaning and moaning into your shoulder as he finally came. Rutting into you as he came inside you, pressing himself as close as he could be to you. Petting his hair and whispering encouraging things into his hair. He laid down beside you, pulling you into his chest before covering the two of you with a woven quilt. Giving the fire one last hit before drifting off to sleep with you.

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